i thought he was my "soulmate" since second grade.
we always had an on and off friendship.
there was always one girl in the way of his kindness.
you know the one with a "c"
someone always thought that they should tell him i liked him, yeah i made it obvious cause i get it awkward, but that would all go away when i got comfortable.
i started to love a boy who hates my guts doesn't make sense, right?
well i "loved" him.
he was my "soulmate".
YOU ARE READING
a field of flowers
Poetrypoetry made by a depressed teen with an awful love life but like just a shitty life in general lowercase intended these are my opinions and thoughts thru out the whole book so please respect them and i will respect yours (complete but bits and pie...
