You'll never get close to me.
Letting go is so hard. I can't. I love him. I shouldn't but I do... 😦
In the eye of a storm, one final poem.
They always want the young silver instead of the rare gold.
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
A poem about FUCKING OFF FOREVER
A poem about not giving a fuck...
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they … Continue reading Love Like Russian Roulette
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes