Break my heart a thousand times and degrade me until you are once again at your peak.. sneak around and creep, honestly I don't even care if you allow me to see.
As long as you don't leave... as long as you say those sweet nothings making me believe that you need.. me.
This is the attachment speaking.
And once I silence her and break free of this pain filled reality, I'll never stop running.
- Donna
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
