X.
This.
This is the end.
The end of us.
No more freckles grinning in my face every morning.
No more dimples telling me you're okay.
No more watching the stars in the middle of the night on a roof so far away.
Our place is crumbling into pieces of hopelessness and depression.
We never wanted this.
We never thought it would backfire this much.
Still I just lie here.
Looking at the morning sun through the window.
Arms around my body, holding me close.
And for a second I imagine them being yours.
That warm embrace I never wished to let go of.
I know it'll never happen again but I can't leave your mind alone.
I should stop this.
It always just ends up with me being hurt.
But after everything, that's what I'm good at.
So maybe it's better like that.
Me hurt,
But you;
"Happy"
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
