It began to feel like you were begging me,
To stay,
To fight,
To hold on to what we had,
While simultaneously trying to pry my fingers in order for me to let go,
I wouldn't consider you a hypocrite but your words never really did match your actions.
YOU ARE READING
I'm not sure if I'm doing this right
PoesíaA collection of my poetry that I hope no one sees, but I guess that is kind of a lie, maybe just a anonymously for now.
