Rosanna Elle Florio Poems

Destructive, that is what I was. He taught me how to be like that. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the time when he was still my friend. Destruction was my friend, he was truly beautiful.

I used to sit at the edge of my bed and he would sit beside me vocalizing beautiful melodies in my ear. We would stay up all night and talk about the world and the stunning tranquility that it embraces. I wondered if he truly cared.
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