i was left with ashes.
nothing but dust.
i lied to myself.
"it's not love it's lust."
i was wrong.
how could i not see
that all along
the chaos burning inside of me
was a future
we created
one of you and me
one that was meant to be.
-bonnie
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Clyde~
Poetrythrough metaphors, love, and heartbreak, these are poems dedicated to my dear clyde. i love you. -bonnie ~COMPLETED~ (i wrote this at 4 am and finished the whole book at 5 am. lmaoooo)
