A letter to N.
What?!
First you're mad at me because I'm asking too much and breaking you and other bullshit.
Then you're mad because I don't ask what's wrong?!
You're saying it's my fault, but I haven't talk to you in years.
So don't give me the fault.
You're just one of those goddamn problem makers.
But I'm done with you.
I actually kinda missed you,
But this. This is the end of it.
I really don't care anymore.
I don't want to be in one of your drama series.
Come back when you started to live.
Oh and don't dare to use my secret you know against me, because I know a lot of yours too.
Got it?
Good.
Kind regards, me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
