"Your whole purpose
was to never give me
the type of love
that I longed for
but to show me how little
I loved myself"
YOU ARE READING
Bonfires
Poetry"Why do your eyes chill me to the bone , but your mouth spits bullets encraved with steel and the power of four moons"
Year Passed
"Your whole purpose
was to never give me
the type of love
that I longed for
but to show me how little
I loved myself"
