20/07/2018
Filling blank pages, trying to fill in the black spot where you once was.
Knowing that it's so wrong to want everything what we had back.
Wishing I tried better when I had you.
Hoping my mind didn't kill me anytime I hadn't heard from you....
Needing to realise that you're gone.
And that it was my fault.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoetryI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
