"You come back and you stay for a while. And then you leave again, and then you fucking come back like I'm some kind of a car that will always be here because my heart's in your hands, the key's in your hands. But I'm not your fucking car and I won't be here forever, and my heart isn't in your hands, not anymore, so leave me alone. Forever."
I begged.
I silently did.
But really,
All I did
Was to let you in again.
Because I'm your fucking car,
And I'll always be here forever;
And my heart is in your hands,
So you can come back whenever.
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pieces of me ; a collection of poetry
PoetryA fraction of what goes on in my mind and my heart- they're written inside. - please do not steal my thoughts and my feelings btw the first few parts aren't the best of my works :')
