To the Guy Who Led Me On
I really hope “you” read this. … More To the Guy Who Led Me On
I really hope “you” read this. … More To the Guy Who Led Me On
He says he’s confused. He doesn’t know what to feel and whether he wants to do anything about it or not. It should be his issues —– but it confuses me to. And it hurts. I know what to do now : I WILL BE THE ONE TO WALK AWAY. It’s better this way. It’s … More Finally
I hope “you” read this. Wake up. … More To the Guy Who Led Me On
Wake up. I hope “you” read this. … More To the Guy Who Led Me On
A poem of how one values self. … More III.
Remember that wish? The one you made across the bridge, and the first time you ever saw a shooting star? HELL, that was just beginner’s luck. That star could have very easily come crashing down on you, squashing you into a pulp. That was the more humane way to go, really. That way, you never would’ve met … More Perspective: Beginner’s Luck
Maybe there is no such thing as FATE. It might be just a collection of uncanny coincidences. Problem is, you are responsible for their intent. YOU GIVE THE MEANING. Thanks, brain.
A poem on fallacy and irony. … More II.
“This song, my love, will never cross that line.” … More I.