If I can't trust you,
What do we have left?
What is worth salvaging?
What is worth my energy to save?
If you won't promise to change,
Then why do you want to try again?
We'd be going in blind,
Starting a new chapter with no ideas for an ending.
I understand that we have finished business, but after all of this,
I see no point to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
