If only you knew.
I almost felt bad.
It was all just a rouse.
How sad.
You thought I meant it?
But then I stabbed.
Stabbed you where it hurts.
Your pride,
Oops my bad.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoésiePoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
