The answer is always the same.
Heavy prices have been paid
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.
Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?
The future is missing any sun
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
This poem IS NOT about the guy I'm crazy in love with.
Some things aren't what they seem
Confusion front-and-center but love is the answer...