"Oh, I'll write a book one day, I will. one that doesn't leave all its pages scattered, words un-said, but when I reach the last chapter, fingers numb, heart thudding, your eyes belifting, I will stop. We were never meant to have an ending." A collection of poetry dedicated to those fluttery little nothings in your chest, and then the violent ache that inevitably follows after. Love leaves a mark.
3 parts