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Out of every one of you who broke my heart there was one where I broke yours first. There was a time, when I would have spent my last day, leaving my mark on your unkissed lips and tracing every line on your hands with my own. There was a time when every moment of every day, you were on my mind. I thought I loved you. I was wrong. And I know we're young and prone to puppy love, and yet it felt so real. For a time, you were my everything. I thought you were the spark in my eyes, and the power behind my words. I believed the very stars themselves would seem dim in comparison to our light, and the world would bend in our linked hands. And then I changed. I've never told you what really happened, And now I probably never will. I felt, like my entire purpose in life was to make other people happy and I wasn't doing a good job. This isn't an apology, I've offered enough of those and honestly I'm not sorry anymore. It's more of a lamenting ballad Recalling the time I thought I loved you
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Letters to Past Lovers
Out of every one of you who broke my heart there was one where I broke yours first. There was a time, when I would have spent my last day, leaving my mark on your unkissed lips and tracing every line on your hands with my own. There was a time when every moment of every day, you were on my mind. I thought I loved you. I was wrong. And I know we're young and prone to puppy love, and yet it felt so real. For a time, you were my everything. I thought you were the spark in my eyes, and the power behind my words. I believed the very stars themselves would seem dim in comparison to our light, and the world would bend in our linked hands. And then I changed. I've never told you what really happened, And now I probably never will. I felt, like my entire purpose in life was to make other people happy and I wasn't doing a good job. This isn't an apology, I've offered enough of those and honestly I'm not sorry anymore. It's more of a lamenting ballad Recalling the time I thought I loved you
The mystery boy in my poems strikes again! This is one of the last that he's featured in. Enjoy! ***
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thepaintedside
18/F/neverland
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
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