Poems

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Poor you.

Poor me.

Poor you. Because you fell in love with me.

Poor me because I let you love me.

Our love was built on pity, nothing more.

You were broken and so was I.

You where looking for comfort , 

while I searched for a way to be validated.

And thus, our dysfunctional relationship began.

It to me felt like a pebble in a shoe.

bothersome and tiresome. 

I hated the thought of being with you.

You on the other hand seemed to be enjoying it.

So I smiled, and kept going even though I knew it was wrong.

I could have ended it, but out of pity I never did.

I wish I had.

You and your million dollar smile.

You and your stupid bright eyes.

You and your snarky remarks.

You deserved someone better.

As did I.

But alas, humans are selfish creatures who take what they don't need.

And now we're stuck. 

We both know it's wrong.

But we don't stop.

We are selfish.

We are damaged.

We are disgusting and heartless

Perfect for each other.