the lie of true love
still haunts my empty soul
late at night
when i can't help but lie awake
thinking of you
and how
you left.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetryyou 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.
abandoned buildings
the lie of true love
still haunts my empty soul
late at night
when i can't help but lie awake
thinking of you
and how
you left.
