i feel sensitive.
they call me sensitive anyway.
i'll get over her.
i'll pull through.
fuck.
i'll pull through the mud she dragged me through.
i'll get over the nights she held me close and whispered in my ear she would never leave.
i'll love my current girlfriend more than ever before.
i'll sink into the beams of sunshine through my window, and realize i'm free.
fuck.
until then, i'll stay right here in the mud she left me in to clean myself.
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fascinate me // a messy poem book
Poeziea collection of poems/lyrics that i write late at night when i'm sad or pissed. usually about heartbreak because i wish it didn't exist.
