What I wanted.
What I wanted. the colour of her eyes stories
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Autoplay OFF   •   3 years ago
Just a short poem about break ups(written by a lesbian, but I guess anyone who likes girls can relate to it)>

What I wanted.

I can't even remember the colour of her eyes

but I remember other things.

I remember the way she would flick her hair back

off her face

when she was pissed at me

and I would smile

(condescendingly, of course)

because

god

I loved her.

And she was taken from me.

She took herself away.

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