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my heart is sick but i don't want a cure because if you're a disease then, baby, i want so much more and though we are ill and dying of thirst i love you so much you are the worst
my mind is dead the dreams long gone without your hell i'm pleasantly numb those nights i've bled staying up past dawn you've ruined my life i'm pleasantly numb
where are your hands are they around someone else? someone you don't know as well as me telling you the biggest lie "I love you." well, listen up, cause they don't. you know what love is?
Dean, four letters of pure pain enclosing around my eyes and ears leaving me blind and deaf gasping for more but hating it all Dean, four letters that I trusted fully
fuck. a. thot. she comes into my life again. who are you. you wet sock. we are done. you broke up with me "i love you"
I was Young and dumb And I wrote in permanent ink.
The pain I have is deep and feels like heat,Traveling through my soul, rewinding at my feet.The fear aside is too long to see,The memories of you and the memories of me.
You can't tell me that you ever cared about me or my feelings when the one time I sleepily told you I loved you (on accident), you told me that I didn't
dear megan, if i wanted to write you a letter to finally say everything i wanted to say if i ever saw you again i guess