30/07/2016
If you desired honesty,
All you had to do was ask.
You say you want an explanation;
I suppose I owe you that.
Truthfully, I grew tired of
Your constant negativity.
All you did was drag me down,
Though I know you will never agree.
I will spare the theatrics lying,
"It's not you, it's me."
As quite frankly,
It is the opposite and
I owe you no such apology.
You will never come across this poem,
That I know too well.
You never cared much for my interests;
I no longer care to live
In your hell.
YOU ARE READING
Charcoal Skies
Poesía❝IF I CANNOT WRITE OF MY WOES AND I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEN WHAT, DARE I ASK, IS THE POINT OF WRITING AT ALL?❞ A collection of thoughts, ramblings, and poems detailing the composite materials of a war-torn mind. Not recommended for thos...
