It may be the loneliness,
Calling me into its arms.
Or my anxiety tying a knot around my heart.
But the thought of having to let you go,
It's worse than heartbreak itself.
I really fucking hope everything happens for a reason.
All this torture and all these tears,
They mean something.
Because the last thing I want right now is to have to forget about you.
To watch with a blank face,
As we fall apart in front of my eyes.
I would rather shake hands with the devil
Than give up this easily.
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
ПоэзияThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
