It feels like my words are in a cage,
And when they're released
They are destined for death.
Like everything I say
Is dipped in poison
And drug across patches of skin.
And I hate how simplicity
Is taken, and is morphed into a disaster.
YOU ARE READING
I Told The Stars About You...
PoetryLook at that, I promised myself I wouldn't give you power anymore, but here I am writing poems about the way you hurt me. If by chance you stumble across this, and you begin to read the words I have written, please don't mistake this as weakness. I...
