i'm stuck here once again.
a perpetual state of confusion,
of numbness, of despair.
i was a fool to think i could be loved,
i'm nothing but a last resort,
now look me in the eyes, my dear—
and tell me why i thought you cared for me?
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoésieHEARTSTRINGS; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. poetry that will tug at your heartstrings (if you are alive).
