It's funny
Because
I wrote you a fucking novel
But
You couldn't even text me back.
And I guess that pretty much sums it up.
Our story.
Or: the story we never had.
I was spending hours and hours thinking of you
While you were thinking of anything else but me.
YOU ARE READING
what I never told you
PoesíaThere are things we leave unsaid. Thoughts we never want to say out loud. But that doesn't mean they don't cross our minds.
