fuck you and your broken words and your unfulfilled promises. you speak words of love only to decide that love is a social construct. you tell me I am worthy of your love only then to tell me it does not exist. you tell me I feel too much, I tell you you feel too little. you don't care enough about the way I looked at you. you don't care enough about the flowers I brought to your doorstep. you don't care enough about the decision I made to give you my all.
1/9/18
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Poetrythen my troubles went away, and my heartache disappeared covers: @delilahwilde