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I swear
that little poem you wrote to me
flew off the page
when I read it
I saw the truth
the words were flying all around me
they sank into my skin
or melted
When you're here it's never for long enough.
I always forget the little things
Like how amazing you are, how much you mean to me, and how you make me feel
But also,
How you're always late.
I want to say I will never forget you
The truth is
I probably won't
I want to say I will never stop loving you
The truth is
I probably won't
I want to say you will always mean the world to me
When you kissed me,
It wasn't fireworks.
Well,
The first time it was
Of course,
Because it was the very first time,
And with the very first kiss,
There's always fireworks.
Reality is fatal,
but only a small percentage overdoses
it can suck the life from you
leave you tired, depressed
an empty shell.
So my hobbies are my drugs,
my imagination my dealer
