"He doesn't love you.", they say.
"He doesn't care anymore.", they say. I ignore them and continue cry until a river, even an ocean of tears lay upon me.
"He isn't good for you.", they say.
"You deserve so much better.", they say. They roll their eyes at me, and begin to whisper.
"She never listens."
"Love doesn't only make us blind, it makes us deaf too."
~ignored senses
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Poetry- how I breathe through the never-ending madness in my mind. [ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ] Highest Rank: #130 in Poetry #38 in Brokenhearted #8 in Venting
