90 days ago was the last day I visited our "safe" space.
A garden of lies and actions that never seemed to fall in place.
90 days from now will make it 180 days.
The 6 months it took me to discover your deceitful ways.
YOU ARE READING
To the ex I never dated
PoetryWhat happens when love goes wrong? It drains you of all the love you once had to offer and leaves with a million and one reasons to only want to hate. Some say, you move on. Others say, you stay and fight to set it right. But the elites write their...
