to all the people i've hurt, unintentionally or not.
i'm sorry for not being able to care for souls as fragile as mine. i'm sorry i was too immersed in the battle i put myself through to not see the battle you're fighting.
i'm sorry for thinking i'm even slightly good enough to make you think you aren't. i'm sorry for my words, i've preferred to stay quiet now.
i promise i will grow, always. for you.
YOU ARE READING
crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
