Tired eyes and worn voices from screaming your name out the door at three in the morning
and not realizing you won't turn around,
unless it's to spit bile my way and tell me how I've never been good enough.
When you tell me to leave ,
I'll go..
but when you change your mind,
it'll be too late.
Our time will run out,
before your fickle heart has time to hate the words you said to me.
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Love and Other Shit That Makes It Hard To Sleep
PoetrySad shit, love shit, makes you wanna cry and shit. Just some poems I wrote. The things that inspire me are usually sad, but one day, I'm gonna be able to write about how happy I am.
