I was sick of goodbyes,
And violent nights,
But what I didn't realize is that,
I left before you did
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken: A Letter To You
PoetrySometimes we choose to not say anything at all, Then we regret it
Letter 9: Violent Nights, The Beginning
I was sick of goodbyes,
And violent nights,
But what I didn't realize is that,
I left before you did
