Jan 2020
You tell me I’m insane.
You’re right.
It’s my fault,
because I let these wounds fester.
But maybe you are, too.
Because once,
I could’ve sworn
that you liked me better.
You’re right.
It’s my fault,
because I let these wounds fester.
But maybe you are, too.
Because once,
I could’ve sworn
that you liked me better.
