he makes me the happiest,
but also the saddest.
i don't know what to do.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
confused.
he makes me the happiest,
but also the saddest.
i don't know what to do.
