The little game of will we won't we, had me in a constant state of questioning whether I was enough.
Was I wrong or broken because someone so close to me but so far couldn't fully and proudly love me?
You made me question my value, my friendships, and all dear to me.
As much as I hated thinking so low of myself, here you came with your fantastic smile and bold personality, ready to assure me that you still cared and wouldn't leave.
- Quil Penn
YOU ARE READING
The words I couldn't say;
PoetryA collection of free thought paragraphs of an ongoing toxic and complicated love.
