You were my worst nightmare.
My saddest tragedy.
My favorite escape.
My least favorite memory.
But yet, my number one love.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Someone. (I Hope You Read This.)
Poesíasometimes a child becomes too damaged to fix.
I. The Boy Who Broke Me VII
You were my worst nightmare.
My saddest tragedy.
My favorite escape.
My least favorite memory.
But yet, my number one love.
