confession
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Will you still make me seem foolish amid your lack of interest? I gain nothing with uncertainty, maybe that’s why I have grown bored with games. Regardless of the time, I still respect you. I still see you in a light of your own. I still think you’re intriguing or whatever word that fits. I’ve reprimanded myself for treating
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How do you start a letter to an old friend? To an old lover that loves turned bitter? Once feigning indifference, Month’s later prone to my own hearts negligence. I’m on rooftops with inebriated thoughts; Those choices we made cost a love lost. How long did you wait before your loneliness got the better of
Wishful Thinking 