"maybe someday, years from now, we'll meet again. i'll be able to tell you how you broke my heart when it was the most fragile. you smashed it when it was paper thin. you'll apologize over and over. but there's nothing to be sorry for. i'm thanking you. thank you for teaching me to not fall for someone with deceiving blue eyes, an arrogant smirk, and a mouth full of lies. thank you for teaching me what not to look for in a man."
she ended the call, not giving him one second to speak. to plead. to explain.
she was done.
and that
was that.
#11// valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
