I hate to admit i threw a fit
yet how could i not after you stabbed me in the back
you treated me like shit but i still took the hits
bruises all over me. purple, black and blue
it never occurred that i was worth to you as much as the gum stuck on the bottom of your shoe
so here i am all packed up
i'm finally leaving like i should've done long ago
you're nothing to me
in this world
that's now replenished with hope.
-endings—beginnings
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
