3am.
I am angry. Angry because you made me believe every lie you said, angry because I let myself be consumed by you, angry because after all the signs, I still fell more in love with you. I am angry
YOU ARE READING
3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
Night 24
3am.
I am angry. Angry because you made me believe every lie you said, angry because I let myself be consumed by you, angry because after all the signs, I still fell more in love with you. I am angry