Where they can't stand us
I wanna walk with you on a cloudy day
My stomach is hurting I know its bc I'm refusing to eat
But sometimes torturing myself
Atleast pain feels recognizable
That fog
That feeling like crying
And uncontrollable crying
And not even knowing the reason
It's an ache a weight something I can't take
I'm too weak
Cruel
Having to live is cruel
For weak ppl
Poetic sentimental ppl
Today walking on a path on campus in chalk were arrows and hearts talking abt a wedding
A proposal was at the end
I wish I could find that kind of romance
Or just the creative sentimemt
Thoughtful personalness
Not that blue isn't already close to perfect its not him
It's me.
-scarlet
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