Here is the end to the beginning of our story. And there are many more stories of us yet to come.
I would like to thank the art of writing for helping me decipher the love that was hidden in my battered heart. But now, open yet again and shining on the boy that changed me.
I love you, Tristan.
And I always will.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
