it was bliss,your nonchalant expression and piercing gaze attracted me.
but never did i realise that it could be a game. you, a great and mighty predator hunting for his frail and meek prey.
i was exploited, i was told to pull through it and fight you. but only i was aware of my cowardice. my bravery was fake just like my "love" for you.
the young, naive and doe-eyed damsel who wasn't aware of the singularity between love and infatuation.
YOU ARE READING
chaotic.
Poesíaoverthinking? daydreaming? making up beautiful scenarios in your head to escape your miserable reality? hell yeah. just random thoughts and scenarios; relatable teen stuff.
