call me run through
call me a hoe
call me what you want,
because i know.
i know that i've made mistakes in partners,
and i've started things i couldn't finish,
excuse me, im here and i fall
i stumble at points,
so i've built up a wall.
walls that confine me to me and you.
and i've never been truly happier
here in these walls they've seen the best of me.
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Şiirpoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
