Detesting full logic to the benefits of some untested angle here (without knowing of the entire implications ahead of time)... Would in fact spill out trouble for the (least likely too succeed), reaso...
At this time of writing this poem, I was deeply in love with my first crush - who eventually became my first "love". Back then I never really understood what love was, but I experienced this happiness...
A recollection of how it feels to experience the terrifying phenomenon of loving someone who treats you like shit,
mediocre at best poetry that kinda rhymes, by me