hurting
you
the day
i was
hurting
too.
i left
you the
the way
he left
me.
you did
love me
the day
i was
loving
someone
else.
life is
a joke.
love is
a joke.
it's either
to hurt,
or to be
hurt.
it's either
to be
with you
or to be
with
someone
else.
YOU ARE READING
Midst Ephemeral
PoetryYou don't need to read this. If you wil read this, I hope you know the consequences of my hopeless soul.
