70.

230 37 7
                                    


Was it that easy for you to let go of my hand, to let me fall deep down those dark holes.
Was it that easy for you to shatter this fragile heart into pieces.

here I am,
repeating the conversation inside my head, over and over again.
Wondering what went wrong that made you give up on me that easily.

Soft Poetry.Where stories live. Discover now