May 8, 2014 § 9 Comments
If only you had known how to read,
you never would have left that night.
But you’re a riddler, and riddlers can only rhyme.
This happened long ago— these words I’ve poeticized.
‘Does it hurt you still?’ You questioned.
No. I lied.
May 5, 2014 § 8 Comments
The only part I regret, is accepting a part of your heart, while she kept the rest.
How can you know? You never gave us a chance.
I know I deserve a whole heart.