I used to be your little atlas
And now I'm sitting in the old treehouse
With that little stuffed dinosaur
And the necklace you gave me
While you fuck her in our bed.
As she screams your name
That should belong to me
And now I don't know how to make the sound go away
I love you, Cody...Atlas.
You are my whole world.
But I am not yours.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
