Perfection is a disease of a nation
- Beyoncé
And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for
- Maria Mena 148 followers / 769 words
This poem is a lie i'm about to cry settle upon this guy and come to see it was all a lie why couldn't i see it wasn't meant to be i saw the signs and i ignored them and instead i tried. just like i'm probably going to ignore this too.
You were conjuringly special to me, i convinced my vehemently skeptical gut that, you felt the same way about me. quite unnaturally/naturally, i was dolorously mistaken.
maybe there was no time left maybe thats just the excuse maybe he loved her maybe even as much as she loved him maybe hope was all they got maybe .. one day ..