
An old friend made me feel as if I was always the wrong one and that she was the one without flaws. It was like she was making me write her rubbish if you know what I mean. Review is more than welcomed.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Friendship - Words: 121 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3047437
|
|
A+ A- |
MY : BOOK
so this is the end of our story.
our memories and laughter.
pages torn out, erased.
forget the beginning of a new book with you.
i want to end this fairytale.
with your eyes wide open
you destroyed us.
i am tired of writing these pains and sorrows.
you knew your doing.
always forcing me to write your woes.
feigning a cowardly martyr.
i will shred your being to pieces and burn them.
this book is who i am.
you tainted it, ruined the story.
i will rip out your spine.
and throw you away, forever.
this book is mine.
it is to be written in my blood,
i will start anew.
no one tells me how to write.
|
||||||