(Dedicated to my now ex boyfriend... 💔)
I remember when it was 4:31am and I stayed up to write you love letters. To bleed poetry, just for you. The only people up that late are either heart broken, or in love. God that's so true and I never realized until now that it is possible to be both. But then it was 12:15am. It's been 3 days since you left me. Three days since I slept. Three days since my world ended only to begin again the next morning. I'd never felt so dead inside until it was 12:16 and I was thinking about the way you ignored me. About how much you hurt me, but somehow I still couldn't be mad. It was 12:17 and I wanted to resent you. The person whom days ago I'd have sworn I'd spend the rest of my life with. But as much as I wanted to resent you I could not. And then suddenly it was 12:30am and I was choking back sobs and ripping apart my skin as I reread your words, the ones that ended it all.I felt lost. Scared. Alone. So Tears spilled from my eyes and on to my pillow case. You broke me, and still I loved you. So now it's 12:31am, and I just want you to know, I still love you, more than anything.
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Thoughts Of A Girl.
AléatoireEver wondered what goes on inside the mind of the girl in the back of the class? The shy girl? The awkward one? The one that doesn't know how to speak up for herself? The quiet girl? The Introvert. Quiet people have the loudest minds. This is simpl...
