You tell me to stop talking to him,
He only sees me as an object.
"He's disrespectful and doesn't even consider your boundaries"
But you were never any better;
Your hands at my throat
When I asked you not to,
Groping me the second
I admitted I was yours.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Ramblings
RandomSometimes I end up writing shit and I'll prolly post it here if it's not a short story. also prolly beware cuz it's gonna be angsty af.
