And it doesn't have be love I'm just asking that you pretend even if it's for tonight.
Though you just might leave me disappointed, It will never sit right that all you can offer is cheap wine and fruitless conversations.
Believe me I so badly wish for love as persistent as your infatuation with me
How foolish that is, when neither one of us will truly ever be satisfied.
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Growing Pains
कविताA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
