I knew your bad habits, that was all I could predict.
Everything good was gone,
And all I had was bad.
I only knew how to predict the way you would hurt me next,
I wanted to know your heart,
And you never let me.
YOU ARE READING
Free as a Butterfly
PoetryPoetry for dealing with my grief and going on with my life. Freeing myself. I'll continue on, even without him, as I had before.
