all the time,
i go back to the same conversations
arguments
over
over
over
in my head.
until i'm sick of them
until they pollute
my soul
my mind
my everything.
until i'm nothing but a bitter person
looking back on old things
with
regret
hatred
in my head.
sleeping with that is horrible
every day.
every night.
YOU ARE READING
dreamt thoughts
Poetrythis is just poetry. nothing more, nothing less enjoy bbys <3
