this is for everything i never said
and every tear i've ever shed.
this is for every time you lied
and every time to believe you i tried.
i often wish i hadn't wasted my time,
and i wish i had just spoken my mind.
if i had, maybe i wouldn't be in this mess,
and never again my feelings will i suppress.
YOU ARE READING
punctuations.
Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
