Why am I sitting here crying if we had everything?
Why does a good conversation with you leave me in more tears than screaming and fighting with you?
Why am I thinking about a life you're not in?
Why am I dreaming about a guy you're not?
Why am I like this?
Anyone?
Can anyone tell me why?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
