June 13th, 2015
12 AM
He's healing me. He's helping me. And he cares. When i saw you today at the café, cradling that blonde, he held me tighter and whispered in my ear, asking if i wanted to leave.
I didn't want to.
Because as long as I'm with him, I'm safe.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
Poetryshe would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.
