I loved you at 16
But then love doesn't exist at 16
We broke up at 16
Because that's what you do when you're sixteen - you break up
Because you're either fucked up and indecisive and broken and broke and unwanted and sad and happy- all at the same time
Or not
When you're 16 everything sucks
And you cant do anything to make it better
Or not, or you can
Because you're sixteen
You won't know, you don't know what to do
Or you will, and you do
But either way
You do what you do best when yoy're sixteen
You live
because you're sixteen
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me ; a collection of poetry
PoetryA fraction of what goes on in my mind and my heart- they're written inside. - please do not steal my thoughts and my feelings btw the first few parts aren't the best of my works :')
