It was you It’s still you the person my mind keeps on screaming; the name I write at the back of my notebooks; the subject of my write-ups; the receiver of my love notes; the thought in my mind; the blood running through my veins; the air to every breath; the color to my world; [...]


burnt pages

i wonder why i always let people come into the story offer them some of the pages of the book letting them spill their selves always trying to array their lost letters for them to be a complete paragraph but always, always, at the end of every chapter they choose to burn the pages where they [...]