it hurts
reminiscing back
to the memories
everything was
so beautiful.
but
now you're
gone.
why did you leave?
we could've
been perfect.
now
you're just
a memory.
that stabs me
in the heart
every time
i think of it,
but
in the most
beautiful way
possible.
you make
me cry.
you make
me sick
to my stomach.
you might
as well stab me
in the fucking gut
because of all the pain
you've endured
on me.
i loved you.
always,
even if you
bring me pain.
thank you
for making me
feel alive.
goodbye.
ps: maybe one day you'll come back.
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Memoirs Of A Crying Darling
RandomShe always tried to write happy stories and think happy thoughts and to adumbrate the future that may or may not await her.
