Okay...so, if anyone has noticed, all the poems I posted today are romance. Yes, there is a reason. A friend needed them for a book. Now I feel tired and drained. For whoever reads them, I do hope you enjoy

so, It doesn't matter what I choose, I'm going end up breaking my own heart. I cry every bloody day and no one knows till now. And really what should it matter to anyone. Everything I do, is purely for just distraction from what I want and cant have. Life, sucks.