"if only you were a boy,
i would've date you."
oh, you know that
you just love the idea of me,
there's no way
that you'd find
somebody
like me
ever
again,
and you're fucking aware.
still.
for fuck sake,
you still leave me,
hanging by a thread.
khayr.q
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ownness
Poetry: the quality or state of belonging to oneself. trigger warning: simply, a person that finds comfort in their own words.
