26 June
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of you. I'm sick of the way you make me feel, I'm sick of myself because of you. I can't read you, I can't read you at all. Your attachment and detachment gives me whiplash, and you're fucking me up so bad.
[When you drew back from me with no warning whatsoever, and left me wondering where I went wrong. (What I had failed to realize was that I had gone wrong since the very first time I laid eyes on you.)]
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
