and i wish i could write
about you,
because i want to tell
the world
how beautiful you are
to me.
but i can't,
and as you press your lips into my
collarbone,
i think,
maybe this is a good thing.
maybe this is just
for us.
Poetry
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
br ea k
despite all the lies
you told me
and the half-truths
that danced past
your lips
despite all the words
tied to me that dragged
me d
o
w
n
i was tooblind
to see that you were
only bre a k
ing
m e
because that is
love
in the cruelest form.
k.t
you told me
and the half-truths
that danced past
your lips
despite all the words
tied to me that dragged
me d
o
w
n
i was too
to see that you were
only bre a k
ing
m e
because that is
love
in the cruelest form.
k.t
at the root of this
i had only wanted
you to love me
right.
i just wish
you had figured out
how.
k.t
you to love me
right.
i just wish
you had figured out
how.
k.t
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