He is
Boring,
Predictable,
Careless,
And
Unreliable.
And me?
I'm fucking magic.
He knew what he was.
He knew what I was.
He tried telling me.
I didn't listen.
But now I see it.
I have never been
happier to be wrong.
I have never felt
So relieved.
YOU ARE READING
It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.
