"i don't love you anymore"
i said to my ex-lover.
"well, i've always knew you were a whore"
said the ex-lover to his ex-lover,
apparently.
and back in the park where we used to lay our heads,
where knives carved into tree barks of words unsaid,
fresh moss continued to fill in our initials.
YOU ARE READING
messages
Poetrythis is for you. (a/n: once i'm done with this collection, i'm officially done posting! my life must continue into highschool and i'm afraid i won't have much time for wattpad... but rock on, still, all of you!) (high school update: 2 years left.)
