I should have known when our lips wont fit and our arms tire when we hold hands
I should have known when I couldn't write love letters for you no matter how hard I try
You weren't meant for me
I prayed for you but the devil granted my wish. Knowing that you're just as selfish, just as tempting, just as destructive as he is.
I only wish that the last heart you break is yours. And may it break just as hard as mine did
Thank you for nothing. I hate you for life.
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WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
