Maybe if I wasn't such a nice person I would be able to hate you for what you did,
but I am a nice person,
so I will watch as you smile at your new girlfriend, and her smile at you,
and I will watch as you douse it in gasoline and toss a match
- and slowly die from all the smoke
YOU ARE READING
Broken, Burnt, & Blooming
PoetrySome people want to be saved Some people don't, Some people can be saved Some people can't. {A poetry book of anything that comes to mind. Including: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Gender dysphoria, LGBTQ+ themes, Love, Toxic...
