[14] - monday's child.

「 yours, never mine. 」

say don't go, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 03.29

the best poems are always the saddest,

conveying the pain one can't get off their chest.

morning, noon, night, i ached for you

but you never loved me as much as i do.

if you ever did, that's a shame,

because it never felt that way.