I can't seem to make it last. My heart is grievous.
When you touch my hand, my heart turns into a million butterflies.
But I can't seem to make it last. So you're leaving.
The butterflies turn to stone again.
YOU ARE READING
I am the chaos
Poetry~I'm the chaos, waves shattering, a natural disaster, destruction.~ This book isn't romantic. It shows what love is. It's complicated, indefinite, deadly but beautiful. Let me show you what I mean.
