Our love did once live & breathe, or so I thought. I was so happy with him, but in the end, he didn't want me. (I wasn't good enough.)

I'm still trying to convince myself that I don't need him and that I can live without him and that I can keep breathing without him. ...But I don't believe it.

You know what the really horrible thing is?

"I love you. I never even believed in love before." <-- Lie. He never loved me.

STIX
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
18 December 1992.
i do not capitalize when i write poetry.


Family.
Friends.
Mitch.
Boys.
Pretty girls.
A drug-free world.
Kisses on the forehead.
Slipknot, Metallica, & Mozart.
Hugs.
Touch&beTouched.
Love&beLoved.

shh, i'm always here for you.


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