Just one more, it's going to be okay
She promised him she would stop
He he doesn't know, the promise was never broken
She loved him but couldn't stop hurting what he loved
So did she really love him?
She says she can stop when she wants
But she knows the addiction is too strong
Just one more cut
One more pill
One more drink
One more smoke
One less meal
She can't stop now
She wants him to leave but he won't
She needs him to understand but he can't
It's not that she doesn't love him
It's that she never learned to love herself
YOU ARE READING
I'm fine
PoetryJust bad poems and sad shit. These are all my personal poems so sorry if they make you sad. Trigger warning these poems do talk about my personal experience with sexual assault.