i've come to terms that things are different now.
i've accepted the fact that it will never go back to how it was.
i've learned that maybe i have changed.
i guess it wasn't for the best.
you never know that you're changing til after the fact.
i didn't know it til you said the words "it's not the same"
you piss me off when you say you weren't built for unconditional love.
im right fucking here.
and that's fine if you don't want it from me
but please
shut the fuck up.
im right here. im trying. you just don't want it.
so please shut the fuck up.
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
Poésielove is a roller coaster of emotions. stay for the ride. sometimes it's worth it.
