Lover, Non-Lover
7:54 AM Posted In Past , poetry Edit This 0 Comments »That night, when I pretended
To be a asleep, I knew it meant
The end of us.
I meant for it to be cute
But it was a nightmare.
I talked to you,
Told you I loved you
And you told me to drown myself,
Fuck off and die.
You were supposed to love me.
You were supposed to protect me.
Strange but you were always the one
I needed the protection from.
You were always the one trying to hurt me.
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