"What's love?" I ask.
"Love is like a drug, But it fucks you up more drugs ever will. It's stronger than any drug. Don't fall in love"
Oh, how it's too late. I've fallen in love with him.
He who doesn't love me back.
That's a piece of my heart I'll never get back.
YOU ARE READING
HIM.
PoesíaA collection of poems and thoughts about he who shall not be named. A collection of feelings but in the form of words that we can all understand. A collection of everything in between about HIM.
