Sharing little bits of my soul through writing.
I cried because my empathy enveloped his pain I felt it as though it were mine I couldn't look away I uttered my raw honesty
By Elle Hayden Bookerabout a year ago in Poets
Either you know that I would never want to hurt somebody or you don't know me at all.
You want to be the hero so badly You tear apart what's good So that there's something to protect him from You twist and shape his memories
