Betty: James:
I knew you'd I’m only 17
haunt all of my I don’t know
what-ifs anything
I knew I'd curse
you for the
longest time
I knew everything
when I was young
btw The Tortured Poets Department is for the eldest daughters, the “pleasures to have in class”, the parentified children, the friend everyone goes to but no one really checks on, the one who listens to your story when everyone else lost interest. in case you were wondering