fuck the ones who make you feel anything less than gold.
you promised me "forever," well, forever's getting old.
if forever's even real, fuck, it's running out of time.
i'm faking every smile like i'm a fucking mime.
"don't be afraid to cut the ties with those who handed you the scissors."
HA! admit i gave you everything, the "bad guy" still delivered.
fuck you for making me feel the way i did.
now he has to pick up the broken pieces that i hid.
— LEW
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this is our happy place - poetry
Poetrythese poems are not for the strong hearted, but for the ill minded.
