Sometimes, I wish I could time travel,
turn back the clock and tell you
"No, I'm not interested"
instead of falling head-first
into your arms.
Into your bed.
Into your lies.
I want to get in my car
and drive far away
from every promise you made
and every promise you broke.
Tried to forget you
in a long line of girls
and rows of empty bottles
poured to hide the mess
I seem to have become.
All you are is a choice.
One I shouldn't have made,
but fell into,
a wounded girl
taking shelter from the wind
in a burning house.
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Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
