It was like somehow, from thousands of miles away, you knew I was getting over you.
So, with a couple clicks you called, and ruined all of my progress.
YOU ARE READING
The book with no name.
PoetryHow can I name a book, when I can't even name the girl looking back at me in the mirror? This is where I write my poems to help me cope. Heads up, I'm very mentally ill.
Now I'm still stuck on you
It was like somehow, from thousands of miles away, you knew I was getting over you.
So, with a couple clicks you called, and ruined all of my progress.
