"You're going to wake up one day and realize that you're too good for me. And then you're going to leave and I can't deal with that." she said.
She stood up from her bed and stretched out her arm, handing me a notebook. "You know what I do on my spare time?"
"I write poems about you. About us. And it scares the shit out of me. You know why?"
I kept mum, not knowing what to say.
"Because these poems will turn into memories after you leave. A sad reminder of those times we shared together."
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoesíaYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly