maybe we were meant to meet.
no, we weren't meant to last and get married and have kids.
maybe we were just meant to change each other, then leave like we had never met.
maybe i was just meant to be changed by you.
because we sure as hell weren't made to last.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
