Well
She’s with him and she’s playing with his hair
And suddenly he’s the Wolf
And then it’s a wonder he was my type
One of my few
It’s a wonder
They really are both me except I have nothing
Seven and Eight
There is a raven riding the waves of the wind
Oh I needed to walk away from that
I know all too well the feeling of letting your body be used because you’re desperate
And he’s pretty
And I mean after that I don’t even
The next one definitely wasn’t pretty
At least her next one is pretty
We diverge
And I don’t know the rest of the story
But this anime Midsummer Night’s Dream
I wonder if what more I’ll see of me
Won’t someone softly connect?
Softly
I’m a walking pain cushion today
No I did not spell that wrong
I am a cushion of pain
No I don’t think I will trust myself with anyone again
It’s not worth it
I have to be worth more to myself than risking that
Being nothing but hurt
I’ll take the physical pain
I try to
But the emotional
I have to wonder what I’m doing to take so much of this
Looking back
I have had a few moments were I’ve felt like everything up until then has been worth it
None since the Wolf walked into my life
Desperately lonely
I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone
Always alone, lonely
Being spooked by ghosts from my past
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