I’m a bruised piece of fruit, a bumper full of dents and scratches.
I’m a shattered bottle of tequila busted on your bathroom floor.
Nothing extraordinary, but I can capture your attention for a passing moment. 83 more words
(dedicated to that moment we face in our lives, when we look back, and try to figure out- what we might have been if we hadn’t taken THAT decision we had taken THAT day at THAT time, and so and so forth)388 more words
I ignored what I felt because you made me believe the world I know, you knew too. I didn’t understand manipulation could take different forms but now I see it infected all inside of you. 317 more words