he's drunk again
grabbing onto my arms
saying don't
leave me again.
i tell myself i'm making the right decision.
taking down old photographs,
when i leave i don't want my room to become a museum
of memories that do not happen anymore;
i don't know if i'm making the right decision.
as nick hands me his guitar, this
is the artists high
late nights
watching your friends smoke weed
on the back porch
waiting
to burn our bodies into ashes
your breath sneaking in whenever i leave the windows open,
and i know
that i will miss this love forever
i will miss what we had forever
which is why
i am trying to learn how to leave you behind.
i think i'm making the right decision.
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
