tell me i never mattered half as much
when i loved you twice as much
you can't touch what's not there
you can't dispel what you hate with such luck
i'm one-sided and my care is a pointless cause
and still she'll never love you for your all your flaws
i just need to hear your sacred voice
to tell me that leaving wasn't your choice
YOU ARE READING
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
