backseat car chats about how you've fucked over so many people, including me.
i hope that you've changed your ways now,
because it wasn't fair and it hurt.
and it still hurts.
it. still. fucking. hurts.
YOU ARE READING
words left unspoken
Poetrythese are the words that i have written, words that will never be able to leave my mouth. - poetry and love letters and a few rants, here and there.
