"im sorry," i whispered.
"why are you doing this to me?" you demanded.
"im just stopping this before it gets ugly. i can't love you. you can't love me."
"why not? why are you so afraid of being happy?"
"don't you get it? i would have hurt you eventually. i can't let myself get attached to you. once you see how ugly i am on the inside you will go running for the hills. and i won't allow myself to be broken-hearted. never again."
"man he really fucked you up didn't he?"
"more than you will ever know."
a.f
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¿ poetry ?
Poetrymostly sad because im mostly sad most of these are made up as i go along. (t.w. - trigger warning) a.f.
