I thought I'd be stuck in the cycle forever. A slave to your love. Living within the torture chambers of your room. Letting myself get killed slowly from the inside. But no love, I escaped your evil clutches. We are no longer one, no, I am me, and you are on the other side, trying to pull my strings together. I've learned to sow myself back. I don't need you. I don't need your approval nor touch. Here I am, letting our memories fade away, I don't need you anymore. I lived without you and will live after you.
A side of the same coin.
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
