I'd go back to Valley Forge
if it would freeze my aching heart,
it'd be more pleasant
than the state you left me in anyway.
My rib cage didn't protect my organs
from the puncture of you leaving,
but maybe a bulletproof vest would!
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
