Stop sneaking your
way into my poems.
Stop showing up in the last lines
when we both know you
never stayed to finish anything.
fakenasty:

like-changing-seasons:

This hit me hard.


Dude
He didn’t want me. And the way he looked at me like I was nothing to him. It broke my heart.
floristeria:

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