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He could’ve took a stand

She should’ve fought to the very end.

But he was a coward who ran away with his tails between his legs and she had enough sanity to not fight a losing battle

Theirs, was a story of what could have been


He should’ve kept his words

She could’ve convinced him to stay

But he was a silver tongued liar and she had enough of his empty promises

Theirs,  was a cautionary tale


He should have never barged in with that cocky smile

She should have never let her guards down

He should have found a way to not sacrifice what they had

She should have kicked him out before things became too much of a cluster fuck


He could have been true to her

She should have never fell for him


But he was a good for nothing, and she gave him her heart anyway


So he will always be her favorite “what if” and she will only be his “the one who get away”


Because theirs, was a story of a lifetime



And theirs, was a story that will never be






À la mort, 

I’m daydreaming again.



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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