Words. I can’t seem to find them whenever I write about you.
But I will try. I need to so that our souls can start anew.
You never loved me. I’m starting to lose my love for you now.
But there was a time when I loved you more than words can allow.
A time I’d write your stories down so my heart wouldn’t forget,
A time I’d worry over all the people I viewed as threats.
Foolish, naive, lost. That I ...