i always thought you were different.
the way your smile carries all my anxieties away, as if you've lifted this pleonastic sound of repetitive thoughts.
i'm sorry i've changed. do you hate me?
i didn't want it to be this way. i was close, so close to happiness.
then i came down, again.
YOU ARE READING
a letter to you ;
Poetryall of things i never had the balls to say english is NOT my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes - jeanne
