we did everything where you could be mine.
I shared myself with you, you shared yourself with me.
but you are not mine and you will not be mine.
and I don't know what hurts the most: knowing you won't be mine or the chest ache I have when I lay in bed and think of the times you were sort of 'mine' but not mine.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
(no) roses.
कविताwelcome to a part of my life where i describe how i felt at a moment.. where i tell my private moments, when i was happy or sad, confident or insecure. i will tell you everything and be an open book.
