I was still lying on the bed an hour after the phone call
crying and crying and crying
choking on the words you had shoved down my throatyou ruined me
you killed me in cold bloodit's getting harder and harder to look at you
don't ask me why I don't come home on the weekend
you are not my home anymore
YOU ARE READING
infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Поэзияthings I wanted to say but never did