All I could do is stare; seeing his blue orbs
It drew me closer to my thoughts,
James, I need you to leave... please
It's always you, James. You!
My psychotic mind can no longer take it;
This depression had taken its toll
God I wish I never spoke, James!
I'm afraid he'd end up like me
The more I think about his past and mine... The more I realized how immature I am
I doubt myself, but he convinced me
Kara, we can get through it, love. You need to have Faith
Look where it led me
YOU ARE READING
It was Her
Poetry"It was her" - a mistake she made, and can never go back to fix it. The regret that stayed within him, thinking he could return the love she lost Describing each story in different ways
