you only called to speak to her. this is my feeling of sullen abandonment becoming real life, I don't feel our homeward bound talks were ever confidential, but don't worry as I will never make that mistake again.
- sincerely the red cheek replica of her, from the dumpsite of hearts you've broken
YOU ARE READING
frozen
Poetryto my love, mal, thank you for believing in me when I was too afraid to believe in myself.