I showed you my fucking soul,
You saw all of me,
You saw me,
And it wasn't enough for you,
You are incapable of real feelings,
You ran because you are in fucking capable of healing,
You're so scared of being hurt that you don't care about who you hurt along the way,
We were best friends and you gave me up to save yourself from a pain that was never promised.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
