you're holding on to my wrist
pleading me
telling me to stay
but everyone else is telling me to go
leave to somewhere better
why should i stay just for you
even though your eyes impale my heart
and your grip is tight
i rip away what's left of us
and take the last step
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poesíaa collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
