The problem with you is: you never bothered to get to know me.
Oh, I told you who I was. But you didn't listen to the full story, you only heard the chapters that you wanted to hear.
You couldn't tell me one thing about myself, besides basic auto-biography. Tell me how I feel, tell me what I think about this, tell me my dreams, tell me my fears--
you can't.
YOU ARE READING
FLIP-SIDE
Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
