I really fucked it up this time didn't I, my dear?


That was written for the same 2-year ex-boyfriend. We don’t speak anymore, and I’m sure it’s for the best. It’s strange to go back and look at where I was, how broken I felt. 

I promise I am done with the personal poetry spam, for now. I hope you enjoy a peek into my running mind. 


Posted 4 months ago
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