I write a tale Of the one who brings joy He did bring joy to her And it was all that mattered At a point The easy laughter The late night walks Dinner and talks They were not lovers But more than friends Many people
10:45 Sex A lot of people find it easy to talk about She doesn’t It made her uncomfortable And annoys her more when people talk about it Don’t know why But she found it a weird topic to talk about 10:47 Don’t blame her You
“Is this how you get girls to kiss you?” She asked and rolled her eyes. He looked at her and asked “What do you mean?” She could tell he was shocked by the question and slightly annoyed. “Nothing” She said and shut her mouth. She
11:13pm I never would have guessed That every word you texted Was just all lies For me you’d never die All I wanted was something real Close to the main deal The lies from your mouth In which comfort I thought I found I don’t
Another day another life Another you another time So I thought The feelings in my heart I fought Many times when I lay in my bed I have a lot running through my head Over and over these words I’ve written Yes, I have been
Last time I saw you You looked worse than you used to Before the breakup And you begging me to come back To come back and give it another try You looked unhappy I smile and pull my hair Been doing that lately A sad
“The day you find yourself is the day you might lose yourself” This statement played in her head over and over again. I don’t know if anyone has ever quoted it before but if nobody has, I would love to be tagged as the founder/originator.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and raised her head slowly to look at him. Her hair that usually gave her joy was a form of a burden to her now. It felt heavy and her head ached. The white tiles