she ran back;
she could not start anew, especially
when she was not aware
that things have ended;
without a proper ending, there
wouldn't be any expected beginnings
turning the pages back,
rewinding the plot,
back to square one;
no progression, no moving on,
no forgotten memories
she missed her familiar territory,
and yes- it is hers
you stole her heart,
you made her fall for you,
you made her yours
after all, she was yours
and every division of her body belonged to you,
just as you belonged to her;
you thought of her as your possession,
when in fact she was your possessor
all along
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Poezjashe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
