I didn't leave because
I stopped loving you
Or even never did
I left because
I couldn't bear the thought of you not loving me
YOU ARE READING
my thoughts in poetry
Short StoryThis is the journey of surviving through poetry. This is the blood sweat tears of nineteen years. This is my heart in your hands. Here are some expressions from the bottom of my soul and heart. What does your mind produce during the day and the nig...
