dear, m.
i miss you.
more than you know.
i know you're still mad,
i hope you forgive me.
it's just not fair, you see.
you've been so happy.
when am i going to?
–aaron, who missed 'm' dearly and wants her back desperately.
YOU ARE READING
labirinthine
Poetry❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
