but the truth is, I adored him
I really did
and when we parted ways
it was like a part of me still lived with him
but enough is enough
over is done
why would I defend a man
who never held my hand in front of everyone?
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poésiea short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
