Saturday, May 8
I'm trying so hard to hate you for doing this to me.
My friends told me that you were no good.
They warned me. They warned me.
But I didn't listen.
I stuck around for so long, for you to just leave me like that. To leave what you once proclaimed; 'your entire world'.
I guess that wasn't enough, you needed to witness infinity.
I'm trying so hard to hate you. Underline, and bold, trying.
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Oh my, I still fucking love you.
YOU ARE READING
21 days.
Short StoryA journal. A pen. A heartbreak. A path to recovery. Not all drugs are in the form of a pill or a stick. Sometimes, it's brown eyed, kissed-swollen lips and a thumping heart.
