I'm done.
I can't seem to look at your face,
I can't seem to understand your words,
Or listen to your voice.
You've hurt me once before,
Now I feel I have no choice.
I'm sick of you acting like I owe you everything,
I'm not up for grabs,
I'm not a toy to pass around,
I'm not letting this be the way it'll end.
I'm done.
And you keep asking,
You keep talking,
You keep screaming and making me feel awful,
But you're the one who left first.
I just can't follow you around anymore.
It's time to get back to my own life
Time for me to live my own life.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Poesíathis 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.
