apparently, i was more
than you could handle
you left me stranded
in the burning house,
which you believe I torched
but deep down, both of us know
you handed me the matches
we played with the flames
who knew, it'd turn into this inferno
I know I'd get out of this,
but do I really want to?
there's no escaping.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
