I can't help but think of our future
If you met me and I was finally okay
If I wasn't such a mess
If I wasn't such a wreck
If I wasn't such a ruin
I can't help but think of what could be
If I met you and you were different
You were calm
You were trusting
You were loyal
And I can't help but realize
That I wasn't crazy
I wasn't just paranoid
That you were projecting all your problems to me
That you were the problem all this time
How I wish I saw it for what is was
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
