How could I ever tell you that you mean so much, but matter so little.
How could I make you understand that I love you, but also hate you.
Baby, no. I don't know and I never will.
I want you to understand, but first I have to do it myself.
You know... understand.
YOU ARE READING
Just writing
PoetryThis aint a novell or book. This aint anything. This is my book, about everything. Simpel as that.
