Reduce, reuse, recycle.
That's how my love is for you.
I first tried to reduce the love I had,
It kinda sorta worked.
I reused it by thinking about how much I really liked you, under the surface there were still feelings for you.
Now I'm in the recycle stage,
Using the love I had for you a second time.
Maybe not as powerful and striking as a lighting strike but still there.
I thought I was over you,
Turns out I'm not even close to being done.
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My Poetry
ПоэзияMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
