He rathered run a marathon
than dial my number.
Afraid that he may
make a mistake
by attempting he loves me.
He would rather
love someone else then love me.
I get it.
I suck.
I know.
I fucked up.
But guess what.
I rather be known as the
girl who broke your heart
then the girl who
you can't fathom to have around
I rather miss prom all over again
Sit out on the phone with you
and miss you a milions days
and run to you when I see you
Unafraid.
I rather cry a million tears then
throw two fists your way.
Love less
heart feels smooth.
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