He was the kind of beautiful that was hard to love; he drank too much, and he broke her trust. Too often, he left her shattered on the floor, picking up her own broken pieces. He took her for granted and he knew it. He promised to be better, relying on her rose-coloured hope in him. She was the kind of beautiful that was simply too pure for this world.
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Chaos Within
PoetryChaos Within is a collection of poetry and prose from Isabelle Ruby, who is capturing the hearts of thousands of her readers and followers on her instagram account @hermoonlightprose. In Chaos Within, Isabelle shares what is both raw and relatable...
