it hurts me.
when i thought you'd be the one to stick around.
you were supposed to be my fresh air,
but you're the one holding me down.
your hands are pressing my head under the surface,
my lungs are filled with water
and my heart has sank.
my body is failing
and my limbs are flailing
and my mind is wailing
and i am no longer sailing.
i can't float when you put holes in my sail.
and you said you were thriving without me.
well i hope that's not true.
i hope every night for a long time you feel terrible.
because it hurts to just think about you.
and to think,
you were supposed to be my best friend.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
