I called her again today.
He called again.
She answered after the 3rd call.
I gave in.
I was crying. I told her I was sorry.
He lies.
I told her I needed her.
He probably found someone.
I told her I missed her a lot.
I miss him, the old him.
I told her I loved her so much.
Does he love me?
I begged for forgiveness.
He probably isn't sorry, but it's fine.
I lost her...
I love him...
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Self-destruction
PoetryThis book of poems and short pieces of writing are made from life experience, and feelings. Some might even seem supernatural, depressing, or just odd.
