Cherry Diary ( Pt 7)

“He invites me over for dinner by candle, in place that is his comfort zone. Little, did I know, I was the one that was gonna be devoured on that dinner table. Even with the candles lighting up the room, I had never been in soo much darkness. He ate me up that night and that ate me up inside. No remorse, told me to fuck off. Most important part of me, left on that table.”
So much for Mr Romantic

♥ Kamiz

Published by Lotus

I am not a Poet, however, I express myself poetically. I am not a student, but I am studying Financial and Information Systems. I am not a daughter, I am being, who was birthed out of a women's womb, and I happen to love her so much. I am not a sister, I just happened to come out the same womb which onced hosted a soul that now means everything to me. I am not a friend, I am an individual who chooses to let endless hours pass whilst spending presious moments with people I now love. Point is, I'm trying to discover who I am and not what or who I am associated with. One thing I am certain of regarding me, is that I AM HAPPY!

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