i wore
your clothes,
the ones that
were left,
tonight.
i was
asking myself,
where everything
went wrong.
the smiles
you showed,
were they
really meant?
the twinkle
in your eyes,
where has
it gone?
the kisses
on my lips,
were they
forced?
the love
you promised,
was it
even real?
i wore
your clothes,
the ones that
were left,
tonight,
just to see
what it felt like
to be the one
who knew
what was
going wrong.
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Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]
