I loved him.
And he loved me.
I feel like I lost myself.
And he found me.
I love the daytime.
Because I miss him at night.
Little did I know he
Was planting bombs
Disguised as flowers
I got addicted so quickly.
His absence created a
Growing desire in me
He had me wrapped.
Around his finger
And then he broke.
me into little pieces and
Scattered my remains at the
Corners of Earth
I am lost again.
With no one to find me
-Kat. J. K.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
I loved him.
And he loved me.
I feel like I lost myself.
And he found me.
I love the daytime.
Because I miss him at night.
Little did I know he
Was planting bombs
Disguised as flowers
I got addicted so quickly.
His absence created a
Growing desire in me
He had me wrapped.
Around his finger
And then he broke.
me into little pieces and
Scattered my remains at the
Corners of Earth
I am lost again.
With no one to find me
-Kat. J. K.
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