𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

Iniquity of You

I was wrong- so wrong thinking that you could be the person who would read the letters under my bed. I was wrong thinking that you would be ready to hear my cries at 2 in the morning. I was wrong for scribbling versions of you and I have regretted doing those. I have regretted writing poetries for you- for spilling all my ink into your canvass to the extent that I couldn't write anymore. You have taken so much of me, leaving me almost lifeless. I was a hundred thousand wrong, but giving my all to you wasn't. After all, choosing to be the greater heart ain't wrong and that would never be.

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