you keep asking what broke me,
what ruined me,
what made me feel so alone, small, sad.
and i could just smile,
say it's nothing to worry about.
i still do,
but when you,
you of all persons ask,
i tell the fucking truth,
cause that have you deserved.
YOU ARE READING
the devil is back
Şiirmaking a comeback. with poetry (!) (the cover stays until i find a better one (or when i stop being lazy and make one myself, which will most likely never happen))
