the more i tell myself that i dont care
i can feel you pulling me
grasping my red thread
tugging my soul to you
wrapping me around your finger
reeling me in, bleeding me out
even now as i write, i know
you caught me and won't let me go
-november 21st 2017
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Poetrythe pen may be mightier than the sword, but that sword certainly thirsts for more blood (if you like me, vote me if you love me, show me)
