i understand.
we met each other at an unfortunate time at an unfortunate place, and even though that might not be why you're not in love with me, i'll take it as that to make myself feel better.
it's not your fault you fell for her before we even crossed paths.
it's not my fault i fell for you when all you could taste was her lips and vodka and blood,
but it's my fault that i let myself believe something would come out of this mess of a crush, that maybe,
just maybe,
we would end up together, with you in my arms and me on your mind.
i understand why you don't love me;
there are a million reasons why we shouldn't be.
but none of them are stopping me.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Puisiwe 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.
