reasoning;
that is all she ever asked of you
but she could never bring herself
to release the pressure
from her heart and ask a thought
that festered in her mind:
why?
and don't you dare say it was boredom
plain boredom did not push you to
walk through the doors of her life
with no key or invitation
plain boredom did not push you
to tenderly love her, like a toddler
cherishes their toys
and plain boredom did not push you
to choose her. her, out of all girls
she felt special;
even in times when you made her
feel no more than a speck of
dirt on the ground
what you provided was not love;
but you glorified her, like a wealthy
man flaunts his money
and it felt good to be exhibited like art
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Poetryshe 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 |
