And I'm crying at 10:47 because I'm imagining her lips on yours and your hands in her hair and you telling her that this is what you've wanted and that ...that I was just so forgettable.
And I'm crying at 10:55 because you refuse to answer me
And I'm crying more than I have all summer, because I spent nine months convincing myself and coercing myself into believing that I was enough
I spent all that time thinking "he would never, because he loves me".
And I'm crying because even after you told me how your tongues danced in the dim light, you told me you loved me. And had the audacity to cry.
And I'm crying at 10:56 because now I have to question, do you love me? Or was it all a lie.
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idk: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems that are more than their names.
