You.
No matter who I'm with, they'll never be you.
They won't know the recesses of my mind like you...the parts that hold my deepest secrets and my darkest fears.
They won't know the fragile pieces of my heart like you...they couldn't because you took the pieces that were left.
They won't know the depths of my soul like you...the hidden nooks that hold out for wistful aspirations and that hold onto useless dreams.
They won't know my body like you...every square inch that you loved with everything you are.
You.
It'll always be you.
And there's nothing I can do about that.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings from the Queen
PoésieFine. Here it is. I've never really liked having anyone else read anything I've written because, tbh, a lot of it can be considered as being very dark. Then people start thinking whatever I write is about me. Well, it's not...not mostly. I've been w...
