Dear Amelia,
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing parked outside your house at almost four in the morning. I told you I'm done. I meant it when I said goodbye. You hadn't contacted me for weeks; I assumed you had your fun reeling me back in.
But here I am again, hook, line, and sinker.
I don't know what to expect. There's a single light flickering in your room. If I have to slam the door in your face for you to get the message, then I sure as hell will.
Landon
YOU ARE READING
Landon, Empty
Poetry“How can I be reasonable? To me, our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” -W. Somerset Maugham (c) mockingjayde 2013
