6,000 languages,
and I still couldn't say
How much I hated you,
Until I realized
It was only difficult
Because I truly loved you instead.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
