I used to tell you all the time
That for me, you were it
I wish you hadn't left me here
To deal with all this shit.
I'd rather have you here with me
Or that I was there with you
Than to spend the rest of life alone
I'd rather it was through
But here I am, still trying
Although I'm not sure why
I'd rather be NOT crying
And I still won't say goodbye.
A/N: 5 minutes, and out comes this. It's crap. It's the truth, but it's crap, all the same. Pathetic. I'm in love with a dead man.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.