I FEEL SOMETHING SO HAUNTING BUT CALM ENOUGH TO WAKE THE NIGHTMARE UP. I STUMBLE INTO THE CLASSROOM SLURRING ON MY WORDS; ALL EYES ON ME. I SIT DOWN. MY DESK HAD YOUR NAME CARVED INTO IT.
I WAS NEVER A FAN OF WEDNESDAY BECAUSE LAST HALLOWEEN YOU LEFT ME AND IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY.
I WAS NEVER A FAN OF MY BIRTHDAY UNTIL I MET YOU.
YOU TOOK YOUR CAR KEYS AND LEFT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND I SWEAR TO MYSELF THAT IF YOU EVER CAME BACK I WOULD NEVER LOVE ANOTHER PERSON AGAIN.
I lost count of those empty Wednesdays.
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"CM&CIL"
Poetry"CHOKE ME & CALL IT LOVE" Have you ever loved the wrong person? Do people convince you that wrong person could be the right? Does the wrong person give you bad vibes? Does that wrong person choke you and call it love? Yes? Then read on for more poem...
