I hear the things they say about you.
The rumors of the kind of person you are.
And all the things you want but shouldn't have.
Along with the wrongs you have committed in the past.
And the things you still want for the future.
I hear the things they say about you.
And yet, I don't want to believe them.
Part of me tells me to walk away,
Yet the other half tells me to stay.
For I'm attracted to the danger and carelessness of you.
I hear the things they say about you.
The warnings of how you'll only use me.
But I still come to and want you.
Because I'm only a piece of garbage.
And yet, I'm still willing to be thrown away by you.
~a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoetryA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
