15/F/iowa Hey! I'm Anna, and I love poetry. I write from experiance and hurt. I write for everything that hurt me and made me happy. 21 followers / 639 words
i got a note in my locker, from my ex he's obsessed with me, but not in the way i want he thinks that i'm still his, but i've found someone new he kept trying to talk to me but i've made my point clear i've moved on and i'm not thinking of him at all
she’d burn to keep others warm a heat so extreme it made her feel cold there was no fire to keep hers ignited she wasted her gasoline on relationships that could never be hoping wondering “when will someone strike a match for me?”