if he loved you,
he'd stay.
its irritating i know,
but little one you'll find
your way through.
its stupid to say at least
that the one you want
is no longer the subject of
anything anymore.
but again, as those poets
always say; he'll come back when he needs to.
yet you wait, and wait and wait.
nothing.
you wish to hear him speak something, you wish to say i love you or hold his hand. but instead you hear him say those words of moving on, and you shatter.
then you find yourself wishing for a
replacement more than the original itself.
i love you,
and i didn't chose too.
- zmh
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
the ruins of me
कविताi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
