12 A.M
6 A.M
1 P.M
8 P.M
8 A.M
....3 days later
I waited for you to come home. I cried till my eyes hurt. I worried for your safety. I begged you to come home to me in one piece.
Then i found out the truth. Who you really are. A drug addict. You lied to me. About everything. You manipulated me. You took advantage of me.
You are a monster.
YOU ARE READING
Yellow Flowers
PoetryThis is the story of both the rotten parts of life and the growth that results from the wisdom gained from adversity and pain. You are holding my heart, soul, and life in your hands. Treat it kindly and gain from its lines whatever you seek; comfort...
