the day i changed.
the day you told me we weren't fit,
we did not go together like puzzle pieces.
the day you left.
that exact day,
i stopped being kind,
i stopped trusting,
i stopped being myself.
YOU ARE READING
She still misses you. {{ -- 3AM thoughts. }}
Poetrythe poems in my story are written by yours truly. the suffering, heartbreak and loneliness lies in this book.