it isn't usually the things you hate that kill you in the end,
more deadly still is the sting of disappointed love,
or the flight of a fair weather friend.
time is such a funny thing
it makes fools of us all
but I knew, I knew, I knew
all the ill that loving you would do
you never meant to hurt me
maybe I meant to hurt myself -
I don't know if it was ever true love
or a symptom of bad mental health
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Author:
verona (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2023 08:15
- Comment from author about the poem: this is really very adolescent lol
- Category: Love
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Comments1
So true!
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