I kept you for too long, that was selfish of me, very selfish. We both knew one of us was going to leave this small town, it was just the matter of waiting to see which one of us would do it. In the end, I think we both knew it would be me that was going to leave. I couldn’t stand staying any longer and you refused to come with me, even after I begged.
And so, I left.
Without you.
Without my heart.
Without my home.
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Poems By A Teen
PoesíaThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
