One and a half weeks left of pure agony, the thoughts of us together in one room for what will seem like the first time.
The thought of me plus you keeps crossing my mind. To be honest, even though I have guests I can't keep the thought of you out of my head and it leaves a truly blissful feeling in my chest. I don't think that the thought of you know what will cross your mind when it's just us. Because I feel as though we will be happy, for the first time in our miserable lives.
So yeah, one and a half weeks of agony, which I will gladly endure since I know that when it's over I am forever yours. Don't forget that my love...
Never forget that...
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoesiaA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
