You reveal a lot in your writings.
"What kind of poetry it will be if not a little bare?"
"What do you even see in her?"
"The same that you see
that she can even make june smile.."
"I did not utter a single word when you took my life away,made me your slave."He grunts,his grim eyes scanning me.
"But not her, leave her alone,i beg you."he was pleading for mercy
his face softened up when he talked about her
i was utterly surprised
him
he was hurt?
In that moment i knew monsters can love,in their own cruel aching way
they do.
YOU ARE READING
after i gave up
Poetrysomebody out there is writing about you and you lo! are reading it without realising tragic.
