red dragonfly

let it go . . . . .

. . . . . 

Even when I become exhausted because of you

I pretend not to know, pretend not to see, that started to make me hurt

I’d rather you let it out and say you hate it when you do

Frankly asking me to leave, that would be better for me

Your words are difficult, like your heart which I don’t understand

I thought everything was a joke, like throwing away everything

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