If you hate me maybe
I'll stop wishing the stars
will guide us together again
So maybe I should just let you
think what you need to,
even if it means
killing us in
the end
I selfishly don't want you
to hate me, not even a little
bit, I can't expect you to wait it
out while I figure out my ****
Why couldn't you have
just been meaner?
Why did I give
in to my
head?
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC
If you hate me maybe
I'll stop wishing the stars
will guide us together again
So maybe I should just let you
think what you need to,
even if it means
killing us in
the end
I selfishly don't want you
to hate me, not even a little
bit, I can't expect you to wait it
out while I figure out my ****
Why couldn't you have
just been meaner?
Why did I give
in to my
head?
I traced my bones and begged for a sign
Still I haven't seen you
I think that's the sign
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