sometimes i wonder
if you ever loved me
the way i loved you...
sometimes i'd pluck off
petals from a flower saying
"he loves me he loves me not" and
i'd always get yes and no from the flower
i do that so much
i start to feel bad for the flower
and maybe myself
no, not myself
sometimes you'd get irritated by me
and throw careless words at me
even if you confessed to me
i still know you love someone else either
than me
but still,
i accepted it
so much that i start to feel pain
knowing that the person i love
makes me feel such...
pain.
But still,
i'm happy that you found someone
better than me.
-your author
A/n: hi! I made this by myself it took me weeks to have the courage and publish this book! So im glad i did it! See you again soon lovelies 💗-author
