I love the outdoors. i love the cold breeze, the falling autumn leaves. the crisp air to breathe.
and ill just put all the letters i wrote you and tuck them away in a box, safe under my bed.
tears, they are pain leaving the body, drop by drop, and for me, i feel a tad bit less condensed and suffocated in thought.
remember what it felt like to feel worthless, those memories were so infectious
said he was never giving up, i was the first girl he ever truly loved. two days later, i was nothing but a bitter memory.
failure in my future. there are no more options
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