Constant fighting, on the go, too busy to do anything else.
Work.
School.
Projects.
Soccer.
Illness.
Family.
Repeat.
Incessant over-analyzing and too much deep thought conversations. Nothing's ever black and white to you, there's always need for an extensive explanation. Your constant put-downs whether accidental or not, they still hurt, regardless.
All the hidden worry behind my eyes, catastrophic thoughts and obsessive compulsions all lead back to you. Don't say sorry, as a matter of fact, don't say anything. It's all done. You're done. I'm done. I'll never make the same mistake twice.
You may be my soul-mate, you may be my love, my world, but you're my worst kind of poison. And so, I need to let you go...Whether it be now or over time, our love was born to die.








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"dont mind the stormy weather,
we'll blow all the clouds away."
I'm on your web looking at your poemz right now!
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"An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but only if your aim is good."
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"dont mind the stormy weather,
we'll blow all the clouds away."
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hmm?
oh.. why yes, yes i do like acting like a 5 year old.
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"dont mind the stormy weather,
we'll blow all the clouds away."
wow, i'm the first commentor here XD
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"dont mind the stormy weather,
we'll blow all the clouds away."
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"dont mind the stormy weather,
we'll blow all the clouds away."
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