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Fake happiness is the worst kind of sadness.

I was mad. I was bitter. I was angry. I was outraged. I was sad. I was hateful. I was hurt. I was in love. But I never let him take the best of me.

i wrote you a song a violet hue words and honey how you spoke of me in a tune of lovely i sang your hips lifted your toes made you love me before you even knew it was a taste lavender bliss where two could dance yet one…

I wasn’t obsessed with him until I felt him fading. But maybe I was always obsessed, I just didn’t feel the anxiety of it until the trust was gone.

i sway with you left to right upside down smoldering from afar it was once a taste desire for two branches where you’d swing instead of fall hope instead of crawl back to things which didn’t seem to love you i talk with…

I lost him when I lost the ability to understand if he actually loved me.

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

we talk beneath the glimmer lights of our yesterday feeling for thoughts grabbing heat from the cold i talk with force a slight hatred i feel for bits longing bliss but the air feels warm and his arms seem thin we used …

Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.

i slither find a tune to sing for you it flows like the rivers we ride i died for you a few times here, there past lives years in between i never loved you, i said but i did i do i think i’ll always feel for you in moti…