WHY SHE STAYED;
He is a storm,
and storms devastate,
but every time he hurts you,
you hold your breath
and bear the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
One more chance
One more breath
just one more,
and you'll fix him.
Until one day you can't
hold your breath anymore,
and you are
half a stormy evening
one tear stained night,
two minutes
and five seconds
away from breaking down.
And you realize,
you cannot fix anyone,
not until you fix yourself.
YOU ARE READING
MILK AND COOKIES ━━ Nikita Gill
Poetry"It's okay to lose your spark. Just make sure that when you get back up, you rise as the whole damn fire." - Colette Werden Different poems from the 30-year-old London-based poet, Nikita Gill. After receiving 137 rejections from publishers, she has...
