so cruel when in love we hurt us please stop (Remove filter)
what loving you was like
Honestly, I don’t think I want to even write this poem.
Because as soon as I begin, I will fall for you all over again.
It’s ironic how much I loved you when I didn’t love myself.
I feel like all the words, all the phrases, everything you said,
It was all a sick joke.
Loving you felt good, and when I believed you loved me too, I felt okay.
But now I portray that I am okay,
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Sunday 29th March 2020 5:08 am
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