Enough I've had of you
Of the days you turned sour and blue
Your mouth should be bolted shut
For it seems the only words you seem to know involve calling me a slut
After the fallout I left you alone
I never uttered an unkind word
But that was not enough for you
For you were so unkind and untrue
Marching out of your way to attack
Tempting me to strike back
But alas your wishes shall go unfulfilled
For your words are too petty to kill
This self-control I have
The kind of control you never had
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
