i hated when people cried.
maybe that's why
i never shed a tear
even when she left my side.
it hasn't her,
the girl that stood
by the edge.
it was someone else,
someone who said
that they loved me
but they lied.
maybe she was just like me,
someone who
just wanted to be loved,
and cared for.
YOU ARE READING
rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
