we were talking about
red hair-
it was weird.
you suddenly said goodbye
and
je t'aime.
once again,
the butterflies have made it to my guts.
hell,
i didn't know how to respond.
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...
