i kept wishing for a miracle.
so much that i believed you were mine.
but sometimes we become blinded by our desires that it shields us from the truth.
and the truth is,
you weren't a miracle.
you were merely a boy.
a boy who had no intention of loving a girl.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poesieyou filled me with love and comfort but i was too blind to realize that i was already drowning and the boy that i'd trusted was the one holding me underwater. so then i learned to never trust your heart into the hands of another.
