//lowercase intended//
i told him that i wanted to write a book.
he asked what i was going to write about.
i told him i didn't know.
so here i am, writing a book about God knows what, spilling my feelings onto a blank page in hopes to get my thoughts out so they'll stop harassing me, & reliving the past.
that seems to be my forte these days. reliving.
i guess what i'm trying to say here is that this, this being real love, doesn't matter. i mean, it's just going to up & leave anyway, so what's the point?
YOU ARE READING
drowned roses || completed
General Fiction"So i did it. i drowned them. i drowned the roses he gave me. i thought that if i didn't allow them to breathe, it'd be like he couldn't. and i didn't want him to breathe. i wanted him to be so sad about losing me that i didn't even realize i was th...
