my dear reader. . .
it's ridiculous
i spent my time extracting you from me
i spent my time pushing you away
i spent my time ignoring you
last night i realized that we are meant to be
no matter what
you and i
be it from failure or in success
be it from tears or in laughter
be it from everything.
you and i, we are destined for each other.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
