you haven't messaged me
since February fourteenth
what a terrible way to go out
this is the out, after all? the end of us?
i wouldnt know because you haven't said a thing
and i've been left wondering
what did i do wrong?i have a sick, sick mind, can you deal with it? i thought you said you could but i guess a liar and a lover is just one in the same
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoesíaF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-