i gave you all the midnights you could ever fathom,
sleepless nights of proses and poetries that don't rhyme,
nights of terror and overthinking, frustration and unedited writing and
sleepless nights of worrying
if you would ever love me back,
long and painful nights filled with nothing but ache and misery.
yet in the end,
you never gave yours,
but instead gave it to someone else,
because i know
you never needed mine in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poesía[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
