Sep 2013
Now I can write about you,
Now, now you are all I can think of,
All I can see.
All that I want.
Now that I have broken you
I can find words for you.
What is wrong with me?
Now, now you are all I can think of,
All I can see.
All that I want.
Now that I have broken you
I can find words for you.
What is wrong with me?
I hate this poem and I hate myself
