you have every tainted part of me memorized but the tears and stains on my book wasn't something you can handle. days have gone by and still, your ink pierced through my pages and your touch sidled on my covers. i used to miss that ghostly feeling until i realized you like to ruin every perfectly conditioned book in front of you.
you like to destroy people only to leave them hanging on their own.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoesiaThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
