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I'm gonna release some poetry soon if I get time. I've been busy with school and shit, but I've written some shit that is honestly way too personal but also quite vague.  I'll publish a few pieces sometime around next week.

I hate that I still love you. It could be said more eloquently, but that's it. I guess this time it is over, so over.

Do you still wonder if it's really over? Is it ever really over?

I guess whatsapp was our elevator, shame it's over now.

I'll never apologise for not being the girl you can only remember when it's convenient for you, and I'll never apologise for having my own goals and aspirations. I'm a person, not a doll, and I don't have time for people who treat me like one.

Love. What a complicated, beautiful, miserable, misunderstood concept. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Might fuck around and become fluent in French and stare out the window of an old, beautiful castle with a secret library and long for a lover I met ten years prior.

Was it not fucking obvious that I've been in love with you for years?

Sure, you can act cool in front of your friends, and out me to everyone, and post my secrets all over your fucking instagram story, but you and I both know that our connection was more than that. Or maybe I was the only one that thought that. Fuck it.

Maybe I was always Villanelle and you were Eve