I was wrong to leave you.
I was halfway to my house when I realized my idiotic and selfish mistake.
When I came back for you,
You weren't there anymore.
So I sat here, with my head in my hands in the spot where I left you helpless.
What is going on?
YOU ARE READING
Ribbons
PoetryA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces
