whatever happened is done.
whatever was said has been forgotten.
whatever love you had for me, you hold onto.
you see, I'm not a b*tch,
I just never loved you.
"I love you", you said.
bullsh*t
you just loved the attention I gave you.
you didn't deserve it.
even if I didn't see that, I always knew
you were never enough.
F. C. Irish
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts I'll never write
PoetryThis is a collection of writings I've wrote in anger, sadness, and sometimes happiness. Some of these thoughts keep me awake at night and won't let me sleep until I write it all down. Enjoy.
