I told him I was afraid.
And that my room was always cold.
He held me tight and I suffocated.
The sleeves of my jacket had holes.
And winter pierced my skin.
I drowned all over again,
For a love that was not mine.
She told me not to give up as she pried it from my hands.
I forget that it's over.
And that I am alive.
I don't know who stands in the mirror every morning,
But mama, he ain't your daughter.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Puisistatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
