I had a dream last night. I had a dream that we had a break up like it was in the movies. I sobbed all my answers to this broken scene to you in my kitchen, as you said "You'll be fine without me."
But what you don't understand is that I've been living that life without you, trying to find the right distractions, when everything comes back to that moment when I lost your respect and love. It comes back to when I lost you.
So when you tell me that life without you is better, think again.
It fucking stinks.
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Poems for the ones who can't love themselves
PoetrySmall poems for the ones who have no idea how to love themselves or save themselves. I promise you're not alone. Even though everynight may seem that way when you're tranced into your set numbness. Enjoy.
