I was hella angry when I wrote this.
People be asking me why I don't fuck with love.
Honestly what's the point?
You love, you give someone your all.
And where does it get you?
It gets you 3:00am laying in your bed crying, wondering how you managed to fuck something up that was never a real think in the first place.
Ya I'm hurting.
Whata' pity.
Mhmm.
Sure you'll care when you have the time.
When it benefits you.
Naw I get it.
"you care".
Just fuck that, you be saying all of this bullshit then you just stop talking.
Shut me out.
Act as if I can push a button and turn off all of my goddamn problems.
I wish.
But it doesn't work like that.
I don't have the strength to have you coming in and out of my life like this,
So either stay with me or fuck off.
~maddie
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Colorful Silence
PoetryStories of a quiet girl, with a loud mind. All of these pieces are mine so please give me credit if you decide to quote part of it. These stories mean a lot to me and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! This d...
