• Alex Antally


This is not a poem, you probably know him. I don't need to explain myself, because you've read this book and put it on your self. Saying nonsense about the way he is, the way he looks, his smile and his voice that makes me think I have no other choice, would be a waste of words. You know it all, you've smelled those pages, touched them with your fingers and thrown him away.

The book I cherish the most you hurt with no shame.

- Alex Antally 🌸

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we have no ending You and I even with a said goodbye our wounds keep mending until we break each others hearts I wonder why for all my life we do this every time - Alex Antally 🌸


she texted again yet another early morning nobody needed a warning it was for attention with bad intention getting herself involved in a situation she didn’t even need to be apart of a poem she doesn’

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