Messy Bun,
Just for once, I thought you wouldn't continue your ways. Honestly, I worry about you. I message you because I want to know that you're okay, but when you only read them it upsets me. Maybe, just maybe, I want to talk to you. Did you ever consider that? I send you the most randomest things, just to talk to you. You never put an effort to reply back to me. God forbid you message me and I don't reply. I hate that I compare you to other people. I shouldn't compare the person I love the most, yet I do.
YOU ARE READING
To Feel
PoesíaJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
