I remember the night,
The night our bodies collided in a passionate fashion,
Well that's the dramatic way to put it,
You always said I was dramatic so it works,
You also said that I,
I would be the one you grew old with,
That I,
I was the one you wanted,
Then you said that you,
You would never hate me,
That you,
I'm beginning to get dramatic,
Dramatic over the things that hurt me so badly,
The things I shouldn't have had to feel,
The things that weren't even meant for me,
The things,
What I'm saying is,
I'm hurt,
I'm hurt that I fell in love,
And then was ignored,
I'm hurt that I said no,
And then you did it anyways,
I'm hurt that I thought I was wanted,
And then found out I wasn't,
I'm angry and I'm hurt,
And it's reasonable,
At least from my,
Dramatic,
Standpoint
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Midnight Poems
PoetryThese are some late night poems I write, they don't have a specific style or theme. There's also no update day for these, given I really write these whenever I feel like it. So enjoy.
