it always brought me comfort that no one could steal romance from me,
i used to find it everywhere.but i think you may have taken something that isn't yours,
because now i hate when i find romance.why did you have to steal that from me?
it was all i had left.why did you hurt me the way you did?
your existence in my mind isn't even you,
i do not know who you are.
i know who i created.
but you turned out to be quite the opposite.and now there's a boy,
and he's quite lovely.
but i just can't.i can't.
i can't do it.
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an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy