A poem for The Victim
I know you think you hurt me.
But I've got weapons in the form of lines.
It still bothers me.
I thought about you last night
No lie your always on my mind.
I try to put you to bed but apparently
You never sleep
That explains the late night visits
To my room
Unwanted
But forever changed
This time, stay away
YOU ARE READING
Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
