To not be wanted
Is like being faulted
I am sorry it is me
You no longer wish to see
The language we speak
Is now penetrable
I have gotten weak
To all of your insults
I prefer not to seek
Slap me in the face
Call it a day
Rewind again
Forever a rag doll
In your twisted game
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YOU ARE READING
The Power Of Ink
Poetrypoems, words, quotes, thoughts... TW⚠️ Some words might trigger trauma .............. Copyright Claim © @pages_of_april This work is my own, do not copy.
