it was not you
nor was it me
it was not us
for us does not exist
i cannot hold your
drunken thoughts against
your sober self
i still dont understand
the things you had planned,
was there ever a plan at all?
the pattern of your actions,
becomes crystal clear:
crush.
break.
but never fall.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
it was not you
nor was it me
it was not us
for us does not exist
i cannot hold your
drunken thoughts against
your sober self
i still dont understand
the things you had planned,
was there ever a plan at all?
the pattern of your actions,
becomes crystal clear:
crush.
break.
but never fall.
but you're not real.
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