T H E R E A S O N
you were the reason my heart stopped
dead cold in the middle of time.
I held myself to spare my own life
while you ran to spare yours.
you ran for the hills and left me burning,
and for that
I will never forgive you.
YOU ARE READING
her mess
PoetryAn outlet for feelings. The best way to explain my story and show the impact it has had on me is by writing it down. By reading my book, you will see the pieces of me that I prefer not to share with many, but I chose to write this down and share thi...
