i won't need you.
not your warm hugs.
not your kisses.
not your smile.
not your laugh.
not your presence.
not the way you treated me.
not the way you needed me.
no.
i need your harsh words.
because that's the only thing that makes me stronger.
- what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but you killed me
over and over
again
YOU ARE READING
the devil is back
Poetrymaking a comeback. with poetry (!) (the cover stays until i find a better one (or when i stop being lazy and make one myself, which will most likely never happen))
