What a magical lonely number:
Two...
Oh how it tortures me,
That dreadful curse of two:
I can have two friends,
Never more,
But oh I can have less,
So much less...
I thought I could have three
And then maybe four...
But no.
I have two,
And soon maybe three...
Oh it will never last,
No, of course not,
So run,
Run so fucking far
Away from me
That you can't be hurt.
Run run run
Please save yourself
Because I'm cursed by two,
And I can't bear to hurt you.
Run.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
