Ok. I still love you.
After 9 months.
You suck.
And so it’s much easier to post stuff on this blog. The blog assignment that’s due today: post count = zero, zilch, niente.
Because things are easier expressed when it’s from the heart. Foolish heart.
And one day i’ll be with you. When the love is left to none. That’s fate’s pattern pour moi.
Je t’adore. Only i know. And you too – i think – but don’t (can’t) care, because of the prince. Either ways, i’ll just go on believing that you don’t. It’s better that way.
For now,
I love you. I do. So much it makes me hate.
You are nothing like the sun. But there’s a light. Maybe you’re radioactive.
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