"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" do it again. I dare you.
It's fine though right?
It's all fine.
It's fine.
It was just my trust.
Not like that ever mattered to you anyway.
As I breathe and 'move on' i see how you do the same things.
You're a creature of habit.
You're a bit of a stupid one at that.
As if I trust you anymore.
But it's fine.
Because it has to be fine.
Because if its not fine then..
I have no reason to play nice.
Trust, trust, trust. But that word means nothing to you.
Just as long as I continue to follow you,
As long as I let you leech off me and my life.
What if I let you starve instead, hmm?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Puisithis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
