i meant it when i said every other poem is about you
because all the other ones are about him
i should’ve known that my love for you wasn’t the same that we wouldn’t be the same, when i fell for him.
i should’ve known, and i did but i didn’t listen because i didn’t want to hear.
there were no signs but their were i just didn’t want to see them
i had the answer i just wouldn’t open it and accept it.
i chose my dream over my reality and it really fucked me up when i finally woke up.