I was neglected.
You weren't invested.
Now you don't know me,
You bring back the old me.
What's my favourite colour?
I don't think you'll ever discover
Who I am.
But I don't think you even
Care enough to,
I'll never get what I want
From you.
But I'm the "difficult" one.
I'll never forget what you've done.
You were neglected.
I am invested,
In all the things in my life.
It's funny how we are kind of alike?
Neither of us can sleep at night.
Scared of the dark.
Scared of being alone.
Kindred spirits.
Two damaged hearts;
One home.-b.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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