Expectations. We all have them. Sometimes, we live up to them. Sometimes, they live up to us.
But other times, they're very different to what we expect them to be.
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These are two poems I wrote this year. The first one, I wrote at the start of the year, at the start of something I thought would last for quite a long time.
However, I was wrong.
The second one I wrote in October, very recently, at the end of that something I thought would last for a long time. I just found it interesting seeing how drastically my expectations changed.
TRIGGER WARNING
One of these poems contains references to depression and self harm, so please be careful.
update:: this was written about two years ago, the writing is quite bad, I apologize in advance
//trigger warning//
//dans pov//
"do you love me phil ?"
"maybe i do"