i live the perfect life
and still i fall apart
to love him
as i did those before
to feel my pain
rise and crash inside my chest
there's more to this story
or so i beckon to myself
but emptiness is what i feel
between these words of loneliness
tell me what it means to be more
if i can be more to you
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
