To The One Who Never Returned Her Love
I hope you see in time that what you had was precious, a gift, to be given the love of a good woman.
I hope you see in time that what you had was precious, a gift, to be given the love of a good woman.
You know, deep inside, he is leaving you.
Missed dates, missed calls, unchecked messages, unsent messages, left on read, emails unopened, weeks passing by. Both sides forgetting, forging on, forming new alliances, finding new muses.
I love the bones that sing inside your body, the blood that sings inside your veins.