I Read It All
I read it all... I read everything you wrote... the prose, the tweets, everything. I've always enjoyed reading them, since then, I've always hoped it was me you were talking about, the ideal girl you love, the girl who made your day, who makes you smile. I read it all, I read your mind like a poetry in a box, slowly picking pieces of paper to unravel something about you. I clearly fathom your thoughts, your imaginations, your wildest dreams and fantasies. I read it all. I read it all, I read your broken letters, but not thinking, "serves you right... you left me and you gave up on me", but realizing i'm not the only broken one, it was both of us. And I read it all.














