You have the power to destroy me.
I gave you the key, and the access codes to burn me to the ground.One word, one moment, and I'm gone. Everything that I am,
is in your hands.That should make me terrified.
Funny thing is, I don't care.
You could tease, taunt, and use me up.
And I would still be waiting faithfully
At the end of the day for you.Maybe after all, it isn't in your power.
I am too willing.
Maybe this is self-destruction.Maybe the moment I looked in those ocean blue eyes everything ended right there.
And just maybe, you've known that all along.
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoesíaA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.