there will be a day where this all falls
i won't be there by choice
because i know how it goes by now
you can't fool yourselves with those calls
i don't condone a thing she'll do
but it's not hard to see
just where it all ends
you'll get your heart broken too
she doesn't care about our souls
and she's never listened
if she did it wouldn't matter
the blood's already dried over the holes
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
