the only reason I started writing letters was that I loved you so much it was driving me insane.
I stopped because I got busier and I was able to stop thinking about you so much because I would see you.
but that made it worse because now it hurts so much I can't handle it.
I'm not that strong.
I can only take this for so long.
you cheated twice and I still love you.
but it hurts so much because you love her and I can see it.
I want to burn the letters, but then how will you understand why I did what I did every day.
I don't want to die but I don't want to live like this anymore.
you don't know how much I think about you because you just don't want to find out.
maybe you didn't cheat the second time.
I guess you waited just around a few weeks,
but you're still a traitor.
why do I still love you so much that it feels like my heart is being torn apart every day?
I hope that you're happier now, but know that if I die
it was because I was thinking of you.
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Love Poems || FINISHED
Poetryjust poems about not only the sweet and alluring side of love but also the pain it can bring, the hardships, jealousy, and mania. just reeeead you hopeless romantics and faded lovers