_Messages are read, all their ticks are blue_ –
an "I love you," comes double-ticked…
maybe it’s not you.
_Love’s built for two, their reasons too_ –
a fake kind of love still tries to play true…
maybe it wasn’t you.
_No, I won’t cry, still stuck up without glue_ –
a sympathetic protagonist, antagonised by
their own heart, and yes… this much is true:
_Perhaps I was never meant
to fall in love with you._
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
_Messages are read, all their ticks are blue_ –
an "I love you," comes double-ticked…
maybe it’s not you.
_Love’s built for two, their reasons too_ –
a fake kind of love still tries to play true…
maybe it wasn’t you.
_No, I won’t cry, still stuck up without glue_ –
a sympathetic protagonist, antagonised by
their own heart, and yes… this much is true:
_Perhaps I was never meant
to fall in love with you._
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