You and I are so different but that’s what makes us alike.
The way you lie and I believe you,
The way you cry because I deceived you.
We cry for different reasons but hate for the same.
We wish we were different.
More different than we are, more alike and in sync.
But we are alike, right?
That’s what we both keep telling ourselves.
And I believe it. So why shouldn’t it be true?
Because it isn’t right and it isn’t meant to be.
But I’ll force my soul with yours for the rest of eternity.
Because without you I can’t be sane,
Because I don’t wish to change.
About the Creator
M
Call me M, i mainly write about the thoughts i can never seem to say outloud. I hope you can find some kind of comfort and belonging on my page :)
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Omg! I’m in love with this poem. 🤯❤️