a stranger asked her to dance
but she declined.
he frowned and asked:
why?
because i'm tired of being
broken
bruised
forgotten
she said.
he smiled
i'll be better for you.
she responded
that's what the last one said, too.
the concept is strange
she continues
that you want me
just to dump me
when you get bored.
i am not yours
i am mine.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
