I was rotting in that cage, then you came along and my heart suddenly ached for wanting of something more. I no was no longer content to sit behind those bars that were carved out for me so long ago. No, now I wanted out, I wanted to fight.
That one person your heart and soul fell for. out of the possible people I wish I knew.
Every fucking day. Thinking about him. Still loving him. Not being able to let him go. Not even after almost 3 years 1 month 'nd 12 days.
"Keep looking" #atticuspoetry
Who gives a fuck about your first love.first love is overated. First love is often just the first person you had sex with.usually not the person you should marry.
I know how this feels, tiny butterfly.
You and me and never us. A complicated series of almost interactions.
Η αλήθεια να λέγεται
Μου λείπεις ρε βλάκα. Και θέλω να σου λείπω κι εγώ. Θέλω να μην κουμπώσεις σε άλλη αγκαλιά. Να περισσέυεις ή να είναι πολύ μεγάλη για ‘σένα. Κακία