You're still here?
Okay.
Read at your own risk.
These are things I don't want to say.
Things I really wish,
that neither of you had to hear.
But I have to.
I have to say them.
Or else I literally may be put in a mental hospital.
And I can't let the fact that your eyes are still watching stop me from doing this.
These are things I regret writing.
Now's your last chance.
Go.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoesíaI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
