Nov 2014
As I lay with bated breath
my arms and legs drape over the sides of this bed
I collect the strength to carve a message into the hardwood floor:
“I loved her"
my arms and legs drape over the sides of this bed
I collect the strength to carve a message into the hardwood floor:
“I loved her"
It's weird how you could be doing an everyday act and this morbid scene decides to play in your head. I still don't believe in love.
(25/F/A house.)
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