i cried that night.
i know it was stupid
to cry about something
i hadn't even found
so that it could be lost.
but i cried
in my room
towing the weight onto my head
so that it could fall to the pillow
and convince me to bleed tears.
maybe love just wasn't for me.
and then
i spotted the notebook
he had handed me
earlier that day.
i stared from drawing to drawing
nostalgic of the past;
and waited to find that secret note
that he had placed there
on purpose
because he'd known i'd see it.
but that note did
n o t
e x i s t .
YOU ARE READING
shaded wings
Şiirher wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for he...
