Do I not try?
Do I scream
Runaway?
I think
I'm self-destructive
Keeping my space
From you.
Everything said
Don't go
Rough roads ahead
Is it bad that I might
Want to try to drive down it
It will hurt to take that turn
But it hurts rerouting
Do I push the gas?
No
I push myself away.
Inspiration: Boy from history
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Never Ending
PoetryThis is a collection of old poems from old times made from past love in a past life with same old problems. *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe th...
