the sad thing was:
i let you into my heart.
i let you know my secrets.
i let you have my trust.
i let myself believe you actually loved me.
i let myself believe i trusted you.
i let myself believe we were meant.
i let myself believe in you.
only to get hurt in the end...
-omg i'm proud of myself for this-
YOU ARE READING
•it seems okay•
PoesíaYou know those thoughts you have at 3am and your mind is just everywhere?
