i saw you— breaking
behind those plastered smile.
i knew— things weren't right
each time we met eyes.
i felt— perhaps it was me
who turned you to this.
it's too late—
but i'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetryjust some thoughts of a girl who wanted her identity to be hidden and her words to be heard. started on oct 21st 2015. finished on jan 11th 2016.
into pieces
i saw you— breaking
behind those plastered smile.
i knew— things weren't right
each time we met eyes.
i felt— perhaps it was me
who turned you to this.
it's too late—
but i'm sorry.
