you'd think loving you would be the hard part
but no
loving you was easy
falling for you was the hardest part
because you never intended to catch me
YOU ARE READING
Nowhere
PoetryI fall and hit every branch of life on my way down. I am nowhere. I am now here. A collection of my bruises.
fall
you'd think loving you would be the hard part
but no
loving you was easy
falling for you was the hardest part
because you never intended to catch me