I'm the one who's with you
yet it's her that you speak of
You're holding both my hands
though, you commented again
It's as soft and clammy as hers...
Continuous words flushed before me
Making me think of myself lowly
I'm making myself abhor you more
But it's our friendship
that makes this tolerance stay
YOU ARE READING
stop.
PoesiaLet's end this ridiculous game of tug of war. + lower case intended! + may contain some words that's not pleasing to the eyes! ~ #164 on Poetry c: | 160217 | © mayolaisejar // All rights reserved. 2016
