one day (night) whatever, we were in different states
he: i got the feeling you don't like tiara.
the girl that you were playing with,
a schoolmate,
i thought you stopped, it made me sad
i: what made you think of that? of course not.
he: nothing, just sensed it,want me to broke up with her?
why do you always have to ask me?
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...
