i know i promised you
that i wouldn't need to
see or hear from you
but ever since then i've been slowly decaying
i'm filled with pain and
sorrow because i still
haven't learned how to
function without you
and i don't want to ask for
your heart again
because you built up a
gigantic wall to keep
merciless heartbreakers like me
out but the thing is i
really fucking need you
in my life but i don't
think you want the same
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
