Relapse
Don't send me a text
I don't wana hear your crap
Yapping like a running water tap
Your sick mind is a map
Of wrong directions and a mental trap
So fuck off and leave me be
Without you
My heart is free
Why are you sulking when you're playing
You should be at church asking for forgiveness and praying
You left for selfish reasons, don't play pretend
Now you're here, wanting to start again
Reminding me how our little love story began
What more do you need me to say
I'm leaving now
I'm not one to stay
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
