there was no one.
we used to hate
and mock each other,
but when i
started to like you
you would still mock me
and now that
i somehow resent you,
no one mocked me
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poesía| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
there was no one
there was no one.
we used to hate
and mock each other,
but when i
started to like you
you would still mock me
and now that
i somehow resent you,
no one mocked me
