having a love
that ended in ambiguous reasons.
i don't have that warmth you craved,
yet, my heart is colder then ice.
my interests
that will make you shudder in disgust,
and words
that makes sense than your pitiful ones.
don't blame me,
blame the person you look through you mirror.
♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤
YOU ARE READING
Something about US
PoesíaLove is distracting, nothing but heartache and heartbreaks, but, butterflies flutter inside from where it grumbles when you're near me...
