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 throat
you ruined me
you killed me in cold blood
it'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)
Poetrythings I wanted to say but never did
