Fuck you
and your fucking full circle
done with you is the beginning
It always is
It never is a matter of letting go
Trust in me, I've let go,
but you lurk
and when I am alone
and when I am in distress
and when the world is a cold and unforgiving place
you strap on your Prince Charming Mr. Right mask
and POP right up from the shadows where you were
and with cold arms
I am pulled into your cycle again
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart, To Anyone
PoetryA teenage girl's book of poetry, thoughts and other bs things.
