What hurts the most is when we stopped talking
I would walk home holding my breath
hoping that you were on the front step waiting for me to apologize.
You never were
and I hate you for that.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
What hurts the most is when we stopped talking
I would walk home holding my breath
hoping that you were on the front step waiting for me to apologize.
You never were
and I hate you for that.
