What's the point? Tell me - what's the point of all the "I love you"s you whisper to the air at night if they'll never hear that themselves? Why do you cry at night after doing nothing? The battle for love isn't over when you lay your head down on a pillow that isn't so fluffy anymore. If they are truly and undeniably worth the promises you whisper against your tear-stained blanket, don't. Don't you fucking dare ask yourself "what's the point?" Don't fucking betray the way your heart shatters when you see how happy they are with someone that isn't you.
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poesía(Spring, 2017) I didn't know it when I first saw you, but when I did I couldn't look away.
