I..
I don't even-
Have words.
Right now.
Maybe that-
Is the reason..
She stopped-
Answering.
Talking.
What if she..
Stopped-
Being?
All..
Because-
Of me.
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
PoetryMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.