i was afraid to let go,
to cut all ties with you,
but i'm glad that i did,
for little did i know,
you set the end of the rope alight,
waiting manically for me to shrivel up and die,
victim to flame.
YOU ARE READING
Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
