the irony of our relationship is not lost on me
my entire life is dependent on your
yet i only get myself to see you every 3 months
it's not lost one me
how horrific i must make you feel
canceling and rescheduling and empty promises
all because I am terrified that one day you will stop
and I will break to pieces and never get up
YOU ARE READING
not so bad poetry
PoetryPart 2 of bad poetry, a new book to fill pages and pages of emptiness with ink ready to spill
