A piece of my heart yearns for that look in your eyes that regarded me as the greatest thing that ever happened to you.
A piece of my heart hates me for that single moment when I didn't think this through.
I should've known better than to risk losing you.
I should've known better than to call off the truce.
I should've forced that knife in me before it got to you.
Love truly is a game with no ground rules. With my bare hands,
I tore apart whatever I had left of you.
- Aisen.
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Fading Noir
PoetryWhite Lies & Black Truths. →Character introductions for my upcoming original book in the form of poetry. →Every chapter has a different POV. •Please do not copy/steal my work. •The cover is made by me.
