Why the hell would i trust you,
You give me no reason.
Im stuck on a fucking merry go 'round,
You stand there waving at me, and then,
You disappear
Right when i need you the most,
You find someone new,
And when they do to you what you do to me,
You come crawling back,
And for some fucked up reason,
I welcome you with open arms.
And you start waving again.
YOU ARE READING
A Public Poetry Diary
PoetryA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
