Ugh, I feel so embarrassed to look back on what I wrote for you.
Begging, pleading for clarity. Losing my sanity to you.
Opening my heart for you and asking the same from you.
So fucking embarrassing.
Because you didn't deserve it.
And it's okay. I've learned, now.
YOU ARE READING
Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
