Around and Around
What moment should I say "enough?"...
The instant I feel the last drop
of soul blood suspended above the ground,
granting me a single reprieve from
fatal emptiness?
Or
The second you remember to glance my way
daring to act as though you neglect
its not your responsibility, demanding
the crumb of "I love you" suffice to ease my pain?
Does the "when" even matter?
Since spinning
on this merry-go-round of your love
will leave me alone and broken
either way.
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Perfectly Flawed
PoesíaA collection of poems dealing with depression, eating disorders, hate, anger, suicide, hope, love, change, and new life. Enjoy :) xx
