She was a friend - when still alone.
Upon speaking up, she changed her tone,
Her true nature has been shown,
I could no longer like her that much.
She was a darling - when only mine,
Within four years, someone crossed the line;
Though I was wilting, she continued to shine.
My selfishness is why we fell apart.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoesiaA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
