i feel like i lit both ends of a candle
every time i text you back
like youre a threat to me
you hid me from your friends because you were embarrassed of me
but now they tell me you cry to them twice a week
you wish you didnt hurt me
then you shouldn't have done it
what am holding on to
when the match burns down to my fingertips
black burnt wood and maybe an ounce of hope
that ill just forget what you did to me
- i wish i never fucking met you
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some questions id ask my creator about the sun the moon and my place in between
Poesíasome poetry. some common themes are, DID (dissociative identity disorder, the spilt in someones identity which causes them to alter between multiple other identities. more formal term for multiple personalities.) religion (i am not religious, the ma...
