don't put this shit
on me!stop telling me
all the little problems
you have
when you won't listen
to anyone else's!you ask me for help
and then get upset
with my answersso why do you do it
every day?you put me
through so much
shit day after dayand i'm sick of it.
but if i leave,
we would both
be alone
instead of just
me.
YOU ARE READING
𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
Poetry❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ❞ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ • my poems as i write them.