to love him was to hand him a gun,
have him aim at her heart,
and pray he never pulls the trigger.
deep down, she knew it was only
a matter of time before the safety clicked off.
every moment spent loving him
felt like standing on the edge of a cliff,
waiting for the fall.
YOU ARE READING
ask her soul
Poetrya heartfelt collection of lyrical poems and prose delving into themes of love, mental health, and self-love. a journey through the raw emotions where you can find solace in the gentle words that resonate with the depths of your soul.
