I am through dreaming of you, sweet brown eyes. Uncertainty and distance may not have been enough to divide, but combined with hard facts makes it hard not to face the truth I have denied for so long. So, so long and farewell, good friend, for that is all you'll ever be to me; I am through with playing pretend.
Therapy for myself, general girly teenage angst of getting over a guy. Yadda yadda.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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