exist
after all the times my heart has took pieces of
itself to heal yours.
you still pretend it doesn't
exist.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
yellow 1
exist
after all the times my heart has took pieces of
itself to heal yours.
you still pretend it doesn't
exist.
