the worst part wasn't that you changed.
it was that you had forgotten.
you forgot that i was there
when she wasnt.
you forgot who you were
you forgot who i was
you had forgotten.
you had forgotten our memories
what we had,
and most of all, our love
and that was painful.
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poesíathis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
