He.

He liked me as I was and that was extra special, He cared for me for who I was and that was something special, He didn't even get that cross and that was really special, Or maybe I am lost and that should have all been, normal. Now he is just some ghost a person … Continue reading He.

Fragile

Everything so fragile Scared. You always looked at me Like I would get mad or something. Always asking for permission, About something in my kitchen, I trusted you, you silly thing...