the hardest part of trying to let you go is remembering.
i still read the book you wrote me.
our happy beginning, how in love we are, to the end where you tell me im not special to you.
five years after you told me that i was just another person, and i don't change anything for you,
i still keep waiting.
YOU ARE READING
disposition
Poetryfor many i have loved, and for my own heart that ive broken. i'm sharing the story, pieces at a time.
