i love him
i love him
i love him
i tell myself desperately
and i do
i really do
but then she walks past.
whenever i see those eyes
like shards of ice
both cold and beautiful
or her dark hair
curling past her shoulders
smelling like cigarettes
and strawberries
my breath stops.
i don't love her
i don't love her
i don't love her
i tell myself desperately
but i do
i really do
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poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
