who i almost love.
now that i have finally opened my eyes
i realized that it was
not you who i almost love
it was you in my mind that i made up
he was a lot better and clearly not you
he was gentle and carefree
you were rough and reckless
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
