I hate that he wasted six months of my life. And in the end , he left because his spark died while mine was still fully lit. I'll never forget the way he said he could have loved me one day. I knew he was lying but oh God how I wanted it to be true. I wanted it to be more true than the tears flowing down my cheeks.
He doesn't deserve my sadness. I know he doesn't. But I can't help that he took a part of me I'll never get back.
I'll never forgive myself for letting him have it.
I don't know if I'll even be able to love again.
It's all his fault.
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Wild Child
Poesíathis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
