Luv(sic) Part 4


It’s been a while since we
Held a conversation like
We held hands
But even then, thinking back
It never lasted for more than minutes
At a time.
History repeats itself
And meeting you was for me,
More than fate.
But sometimes we need more than oxygen
To keep our lungs filled
And blood pumping.
But the Tuesday we talked
Was the thirteenth.
Like I said,
More than fate.
But when have I ever shown
That I am good at reading
In between the lines?
I play dumb to play nice
Or I know
History will repeat itself
And I will play more than nice
And end up playing you again.

In a world of
Eat or be eaten
I take it to mean that
I should play
Or be played.
Playing nice never works
And boys that love right
Have never been the road
I was fortunate enough to stumble upon.
For history repeats itself
And I wonder if you remember the days
When we used to talk.
Maybe giving it
Two more years means
You’ll never grow up
And I’ll never be okay.
History does repeat itself.

Luv(sic) Part 4

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