the wasted love is now hungover

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when i read the words i wrote about you, the written gifts i bestowed upon you

i want to rip my words limb from limb

how dare i be so foolish
so childish

how dare i waste such power on you

i anger myself to think i put you on a pedestal when i didn't even love myself enough to know that i deserve better than what you could spare

from now on, you'll get angry letters signed by my heart of stone

why should i write nice things for someone who didn't even care enough to patch my heart up after they clawed their way out of it

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