they're yelling
begging for me
to come back
into their grasp
but I'm far to gone now
I'm not going back
no matter what the cost
they pushed
me away
told me things
they swore they'd never say
they claimed that
they love me
but how can love
be defined as torture
as regret
shame
or disappointment
what we had wasn't love
it wasn't even infatuation
you tore me down
and destroyed me
piece by aching piece
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
