You talk about love like it is holy,
But then, you walk away as if the fight was only ever mine.
It is as though, you hold everything sacred,
Or maybe nothing really.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
