I know I'm so stupid... so don't tell me I'm not. For some reason, I keep going back to you. You hide your dirty little secrets and keep me in the dark. You made me cry like a newborn baby but the second I get an, "I miss you" text then I come running back despite everything you've put me through. You say you're sorry and my dumb ass says, "I forgive you" but I don't, I've tried so hard but I just can't. You tell me truths that are lies, and lies that are truths, and it gets to the point where I can't even hear the own voice in my head. But you listen here: MY truth is that I fucking love you. But you don't know what you want and it's driving me crazy... crazy for you.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
