She broke you.
Fragile glass.
She broke you.
I wouldn't.
But she broke you.
I would never.
Don't waste your time with her.
Waste your time with me.
Waste your life here and there.
Love's a waste.
Sippin on new Barcardi.
"happy you returned"
Sip
"you were right"
"will you stay with me?"
He looked up to the stars.
He read his answer in his universe.
In her.
She is his universe.
And then he lost himself.
He never answered this.
More like he questioned it.
I looked at him and saw the stars on his skin.
His eyes the entrance to a different place.
His mind a black hole.
I didn't dare to say anything anymore.
The moment was more precious than everything.
More precious than the oxygen that is pumped in my lungs.
More precious than the light that offers me the sight on your beautiful covering.
You were more than a body to me.
He lit up a j and climed over the barrier.
He gave me his hand.
And in that night he gave me his heart.
And we ran away.
Away from expectations.
Away from hesitation.
Away from bunny.
Dear bunny, tonight I stole your man.
YOU ARE READING
letters for bunny.
PoetryBorn to be the other woman. But one day, she opened her book. She started writing. Writing letters to that girl. That girl, her man loves. That girl who wears the ring that is supposed to be on her finger. The girl that shouldn't be betrayed either...
