I don't want to say goodbye to you.
I don't want to stop all communication
but neither do I want to see you anymore.
I can't help to miss your smile,
your golden hair, sun like eyes
and those hands wrapped around me.
I won't however miss the way you talk.
if you talk to me at all.
Everything about you is toxic.
The way you look over me like we're strangers,
I hate your words which make things harder,
corrupt my thoughts, unable to make think right.
I don't want to think about you.
I don't want to love you.
YOU ARE READING
Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
