One day I might do something that I'll regret, and you would be the first person I would harm.. The same way you have been, but not physically, emotionally...
All those words you say
Those letters you type
They all infuriate me. I swear sometimes if I could slap, hell, PUNCH you all that rage I have inside because of you, would be gone in an instant
Why do you like to break me down?
My walls are built up so high, and because of you they're moving higher, making me feel insecure about every single thing that I do.
Every message I've typed
Every picture I've sent
All those freaking emojis
I regret them all
I wish I never met you. That we never became friends, if we ever were in the first place...
Most of all, I hate that I haven't given up on you yet, maybe my idiotic, stupid heart is still hoping that you could fully open to me
That you could pick me,
Choose me,
Love me...
YOU ARE READING
Promising Young Woman
Poésie◇ ◆ ◇ So... is this the part where I find myself? ◇ ◆ ◇ A/N: I need you guys to reload my book and check to see how some of the chapters have been edited, recreated and permanently removed. Thank you for reading my book and for also being patient wi...
