[i haven't updated this as much as i should. i do use this as sort of like a ranty thingy but whatever.]
i hate to admit it but i miss you.
i have to let go, and you do too.
i'm sorry for existing,
and for all the things i do.the truth is i do miss you,
i just don't want to admit it.
but i've met someone who
doesn't care about my past or future.
just the present.you never made it easy,
leaving you that is.
you never mad it easy to leave you.
but sometimes things just need to fizz out.you meant something to me.
but someone else means more.
they love me, and i love them.
they just don't know i love them.and i'm completely fine with that.
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Sticks 'n' stones
Poetryjust some venty...poems? if you can even call them that. (Mentions of self harm, suicide and other mature topics) Started- Tuesday 5th May 2020