𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Poem #42

I think it's time to give up.

For you to treat me right, my mind had to be given up.

For you to treat me right, my needs had to be flopped.

And no matter what I do, feeling vain is all I grew.

"I'm tired," I say.

I give up on us... I give up on you.