one week.
it has been one week since we've spoke. one week since I kissed you. one week since I left. leaving is never easy but it's something that has to be done when you're in my situation. you have always been my one love, but I was never yours. you never truly loved me. love is a joke to you. I was a joke to you. however I never stopped loving you. regardless of the shit you threw at me, I loved you. hell I still love you. but why? that's the big question isn't it. love sure is a fucked up idea. the idea of giving yourself to someone and praying they see you in the same light in which you see them. I gave all of myself to you and you only took my body. I'm not surprised. you're just a boy who will soon be just a memory. but I wish you were mine. god how I wish you were mine. I lie awake night after night crying because of you. I'm a stupid girl. everyone tells me you're not worth my tears. you will always be worth my tears. tears give me just a slice of feeling when you're not around.
one week. how much longer can I bare to be without you?
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Late Night Confessions
Poetryhello. I'm a night owl and sleep very little. lots of things go through my mind as I drift into unconsciousness. these are my thoughts. feel free to read or to not.
