I see you've heard I wrote you a book.
You'd smile at that. You're glad to be my muse.
I'd cower. It's hardly about you.
And that makes me a liar.
YOU ARE READING
you made me this way| a novel
Teen FictionThe dead man killed me, but I wasn't the first to die. To be killed by a lover has to be the most miraculous part of any fairytale. The ropes of admiration bounding your wrists and ankles. Heartbeats so loud it locks your jaw. Being blinded by the n...
the fantasy
I see you've heard I wrote you a book.
You'd smile at that. You're glad to be my muse.
I'd cower. It's hardly about you.
And that makes me a liar.
