I've never asked you for much. At least, I don't think I have. Maybe I've asked for the little, unimportant things: but I've never asked you a favor for something that mattered.
Here it is, my one request:
Let me go, please.
Just leave me alone and let me go. I can't do this anymore.
YOU ARE READING
FLIP-SIDE
Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
