18

13 2 0
                                    

~ March 4, 2015 

I'm not sure what I saw that night. 

The night when you swept me off my feet and killed me inside simultaneously. 

How could I be so stupid and let you back in?

After trying frivolously to keep you out. 

I fuck up and let you re-enter. 

You got my attention,

I let you.

~

writing dreamsDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora