I thought you were my sun.
But my opinion on you changed
When i saw that the flowers still bloomed
When you left.
Morning still came
when you left.
And there was still warmth
When you left

I don't cut my skin with sharp objects because i find it fun
Or for attention
Nor because i want to die.
In fact I very much want to be alive.
But because there's pain in my veins.
Pain that wants to escape.
And who am I
To not let it?

I've won the game that no girl ever wants to win.
The 'I love you more' game.

Just like a dream
It took so long to get you
But you went so
Fast

isn't he beautiful
with his forest eyes
that have a few ocean raindrops?
isn't he charming
with that sunshine smile
with a few glints of sadness?
isn't he wonderful
with his award-winning personality?

*i love all of this about him,
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