Someday,
I'm going to be your 3 A.M. thoughts, and the reason why you're absent minded or why you skip breakfast or why you can't focus at work.
One day, you are going to see me everywhere, and you're going to miss me.
Someday, you are going to write about how there was a girl who truly loved you once, and how you chose to break her. Every passing moment and every little thing that reminds you of me will hurt. You will ache.
Someday, I won't be the one writing. One day, you're going to write about me.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoesíaYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
