I often worry that a year from now,
I'll hate you the way I hate him
Or we won't talk because one of us will mess up
Maybe clinging on to you is just me
Savoring every part of you that I could
Until the day we decide we've had enough
YOU ARE READING
Or Maybe Be
PoesíaEverything I wish to say, but more. A new chapter in the life of me, continuing on with love for both someone new, and myself.
