I was that shooting star you saw in the meteor shower.
The burning piece of rock that hurtled towards Earth.
You wished upon me,
to get into Stanford, to be successful, and for him to love you.
So as I tried to get close to you, I shattered.
Breaking off pieces of me, so I could mend the pieces of you.
So as I scattered into dust, I made my final wish.
"Make her happy, even if this makes me a fool"
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoezieSick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
