go ahead
call my bluff
rip my heart
break my bones
spit your hate
but i know that you
can tell me all you want
that you want
for me to leave
but you'd never admit it
that telling me to go
would break you too
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ sometimes it feels like i carry rocks around with me on my back. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ a collection of ̶p̶o̶e̶m̶s̶ feelings
