(Ya know, this has become less poetry and more me spouting problems at strangers but whatever)
Perfect, I thought I had it perfect.
Well my life is eh, but her..
She is perfect, or was, I probably ruined her. But thats besides the point.
I thought that even though I went against my better judgment. It would be alright, I was wrong.
I am in love, so how can that be wrong?
Wrong Again, because it was wrong and I am not in love.
YOU ARE READING
i dont know
شِعرthis is going to be a bunch of poetry. probably terrible, but these are just my thoughts.
