It was never about you
always depending on me
to come back.
It was always about you
waiting for me to leave,
to fulfill the expectations
you have of everyone in
your life. Unlike them,
I'm alive and wasn't
planning on leaving until
you left me stranded in a
desert with nothing but
the clothes I had on.
That's how you walking out
on me felt like.
YOU ARE READING
Love and it's relatives
PoetryIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
