when i think about you,
i don't want to drink about it anymore.
i want to punch the wall with both of my fists till they bleed,
i want to scream and i want to cry.
i'm going through a heart break
for someone who wasn't even mine.
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
Poesialove is a roller coaster of emotions. stay for the ride. sometimes it's worth it.
