Oh there it is. That tiny tug. Fuck you, I'd almost achieved it. Almost made myself empty again. I was tired of the hurt and I'd cleaned it all out. And then you said three little words and I'm full again. So thanks a fucking lot for making me feel...and then leaving me again to rub myself raw, and then suck it up.
And be empty again
YOU ARE READING
Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
