When I wished for love, I should've been more specific.
I should've stated that I wanted it to be real, genuine and affectionate.
But now, we're picking fights, slamming doors and drowning in the depths of our own despair.
You weren't the love made for me.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
