There's a new boy, he's really nice and smart and I don't like him at all. I call him when I need to talk to someone but you're the one I think about when I can't sleep. And it's your voice I hear in my head when I feel lost. I know you're not good enough for me and I know you don't deserve my time and I know you don't think about me at all and I shouldn't be thinking about you either. But I go out with him and I wonder what you'd be saying if you were sitting across from me instead. And I hate that I let you still have that power.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
