What am I to you?
What are you to me?
I guess we'll find out.
But I'll always have mixed feelings.
I've loved you.
Hated you.
Had envy in you.
And anything that falls in between.
You'll always mean something to me.
No matter how much it hurts to say it.
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poésiewhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
