dear oliver,
goddammit, you can do so much
better, oliver. you can, i know it.
don't you know that she is using
you as she smiles and winks at
your friends? don't you see that
she isn't the one meant to be?
but we all make mistakes. i think
writing you these letters is one
of those mistakes.
quinn
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
