It's funny how I know.
How this all will go.
How this all will end.
I have fucked up once my friend.
I do this over and over again.
So,
Now you know.
You will leave.
Whatcha and see.
I'm a fuck up and that's meant to be.
Wipe a tear with a sleeve.
Why am I
Hurting...
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
