I AM THE VILLIAN OF THIS STORY AND STILL, STILL SHE FELL FOR ME.
ONLY I AM NEVER CAPABLE OF KEEPING HER SAFE SO I BROKE HER HEART SO I WOULD NOT NEED TO SEE HER BLEED.
BUT STILL SHE BLED.
NOW I WAS LOOKING AT HER LIFELESS BODY AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BRIDGE, WITH HER HANDWRITTEN NOTE IN MY HAND
'MAYBE YOU WERE THE VILLIAN IN THE STORY BUT YOU WERE NEVER MY VILLIAN'
-A
YOU ARE READING
*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
