The fog on the window wasn't enough to make you stay, nor our skin up against each other.
The things I would do to make sure you were happy, or that you were healthy, to make sure you loved me.
But nothing was enough. And I just can't help but wonder what she does that is enough. Is it that she doesn't have acne, or that she wasn't broken like me,what was it
What made her enough, when I wasn't. Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?
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Sad girl hours
PoesíaSad poems HONESTLY WOULDN'T CONSIDER THESE POEMS,MORE LIKE SAD THOUGHTS.
