This is where we stop.
I've had enough.
This is where we draw the line that separates you from me.
You've lashed me in too deep.
You bruised me black and blue.
Our conversations aren't true.
I flinch at your touch.
And to think there was a time that I have loved you so much.
But enough is enough.
YOU ARE READING
Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.