please
stop pretending that I'm a whiteboard
don't say you love me
just to wipe it away
don't say you hate me
just because you can wipe it away
don't make promises
just to wipe it away
don't break promises
just because you can wipe it away
I am not a whiteboard
and you can't wipe me away
YOU ARE READING
tempest
Poetrywe are all tornadoes of thoughts and feelings and loves and hopes and fears and this is my eye of the storm
