It isn't fair how easily you play with my heart.
Maybe I give you too less credit, excusing your actions with ingorance, as if you weren't one to think beyond norms as I did.
But I guess it hurts less, believing in accidents over intentional hurt.
#poetry#quotes#heartbreak
I was never one to believe in silly superstition, but when you asked me to define us by the first line from a random page of the book upon my lap, I humoured you. I even laughed with you at it's silliness.
A Christmas Poem
At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle, The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single.
Wendy Cope
#BahHumbug🔔