Mistaken love💔
Mistake number one, I moved too fast. And in the end, your love for me didn’t last.
Mistake number too, I loved too hard for you. I didn’t even realize the toxic things you’d do.
Mistake number three, I ignored the red flags. Nd now I’m angry on inside wishing I wouldnt have.
I’ve never had a love like this before. I remember when you first came up to me, around 4. We were getting to know each other, everything was cool. Thought u were a little bit weird but I still wanted you. You were my first love and everything you did was special. Walked yo ass all the way to my place just to say hello. Said all the things I wanted to hear. Even had me thinking you were gonna be different. Told me about your childhood and I reciprocated. I knew your past was rough and that you moved really fast. But I was down for the ride and I wanted you bad.
Mistaken Love...
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Mya Francis
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