Fortune Cookie 2



Our first and last love is self-love



I wanted you to be just like me
more like me than I am like me
I wanted you

I hope
d
that you would be waiting for me
and I was waiting for you

you never said you missed me
I wanted you to say that you missed me
you left

you know where to find me
those are my words
and I wonder if you will ever find me
I'll ever find me

¿

underneath my bed is a man that I don't ever want
to see again because he hurts me
he's a boy not a man
not a man
in the mirror is a face that I don't ever want
to see again because he hurts me

god is dead, mister

had to be to rise again

perspective, mister
that's your perspective

like white light breaks up in a prism

I wanted you more than I want myself
more than I want

myself

 

 

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