i warned you about me
i told you i was a tsunami
you told me it was okay
because you were like a hurricane
i said you'd get bored
i knew you'd leave me
but i fell for you anyway
you convinced me differently
telling me that the destruction could be beautiful
and oh how it hurt
to look at the art
you made
with my broken heart
you took a brush to it
and tore it apart
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
