i never understood villains until
i felt a fresh breeze of air that felt like mint gum,
bitter sweet;
but oh so refreshing.
seeing the person that repeatedly hurt you
get hurt and just crumble apart slowly feels like nothing but pure joy.
even though it isn't so pure
because moments after i remember the feeling i got when it happened
and all of a sudden tears are rolling down and my face starts burning and with a
splash of humbleness
i fall down the pit.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Who Broke Others
PoetryRead these series of poems that show the rollercoaster of emotions that I felt throughout the year.
