I promised to never hurt you
But I finally crossed my own promises
Put it all on me
The stress
The anxiety
The tearful nights of your sweet sobbered eyes
Blame it all on me
Because I was scared of commitment
That losing you was more fearful
Than losing my own existence
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
