i will no longer allow you
to ruin the ones i love
i still blame myself
for how she is now,
it wouldn't have happened
had i not let you in
the last time
it seems as if every time
i answer your message
becomes the last time
i let myself do so
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
