Reading those prints broke my heart, I'm not going to lie. But you know that, you saw my suffering, and you made it worse. Was that love? Because in my mind at the time it was, you were my first love and you didn't take any care of me.
Not that you had to, but I would have liked to.Even so, you forced me to do what you liked, and you didn't even give me the minimum.
But no, I've never regretted anything, because I loved you, and if I had to put my self-love aside in order for you to be okay, I would do it, and I would do it again, because you're not a bad person after all, just a bad boyfriend (an almost something, rather)
YOU ARE READING
Have you ever been in love?
PoetryOne of the books I wrote about you, but never had the courage to tell you, a book with so many chapters about you, but none about us. The most beautiful lines written, but the most painful.
