when my parent's got a divorce
i'd go to her place
and i'd lay on her bed
stare at the fake stars on her ceiling
and talk about how much i wanted to
just get a w a y
she'd hug me
and tell me
'wherever you go
i'll be with you'
that's when i realized i l o v e d her
and now
three years later
i still l o v e her
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Mendacity
Poetryhe loved me and cherished me and told me i was beautiful. it was terrible that he didn't know i couldn't feel the same way. ♔all lowercase intended♔
