We ended.
We're done.
My hearts broken.
I've fallen numb.
Its like a shadow of sadness came over me.
I love you.
You love me.
Moving on hurts.
But not everyone sees.
I crave for your touch.
Kind words.
The sweet feeling you left in my chest.
But I have to get past it.
And live life to its best
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poetrywhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
