June 19, 2014
It's funny how I pretend to hate you, when in fact all you have to do is flash me a perfectly carved smiled and I've fallen again.
Perhaps that's why I try to hate you, because I would never want to lose in my own game.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
