january 24, 2014
my voice: okay. i understand.
my thoughts: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
my thoughts: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T BE LIKE THE OTHERS
my thoughts: WE WERE PERFECTLY FINE
my thoughts: WHAT DID I DO WRONG
my thoughts: YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME
my thoughts: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LET ME GO
my thoughts: YOU LIAR
my thoughts: YOU LIAR YOU LIAR YOU LIAR
my thoughts: YOU PROMISED ME
DU LIEST GERADE
Speed of Sound
Poesie"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
