you're holding a knife to my throat,
a gun to my head,
your words are poison,
darts in my head.
i shouldn't be here,
i should run away.
i shouldn't want to stay.
yet it feels impossible to let you go.
-toxic
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking✓
Poetrya storm in my head, i've got a million words to say. a book where I pen the storm into words.
