go ahead and wallow in your fears and doubts, I'm done trying to help if you won't let me.
you said you felt like I could be trusted, but do you share your grief with me? no you do not.
you opened up more before you told me your dirty little secret.
now I scrimmage for even a word, how come things have changed?
I miss the conversation, but that will not bring it back.
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
RandomPacked full of sad and demented poems that come from a lonesome and twisted mind. (a few of the poems r gonna b circle poems cuz that is my favorite style but there will b other types as well)
