I was never sure what to write about, until I knew you, then I didn't realize you were gonna hurt me, as much as you did, but I thank you because now I have a lot to write about, I have a lot to share, The words don't stop coming to me, don't worry I'll tell you know when the book it's about to come out, That way you'll be able to read it, I don't want you for any motive too miss it, I know you'll be waiting for it to come, and I surely will talk about you.
YOU ARE READING
She's antiromantique
PoesíaShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...