How About Now?
You promised me,
but you broke it.
I gave you my hear,
but you didn't accept it.
I needed you,
but you left.
I confessed,
and you laughed.
I cut,
you called me 'dumb'.
As I sat there thinking,
Of all the times you loved me,
Of all the times you hated me.
I drew the blade deeper.
My last breath.
Do you accept my love now?
Too late.
(made for Ethan)
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