I have pulled back.
You are now free from getting
soaked in my tears.
Free from having to hear me babbling
about my emotions.
Free from hearing me lie for you.
Free from hearing about my pain,
my mistakes, me.
You are free now.
I hope you stay happy,
like you were yesturday,
when I let you go,
holding back tears.
When you didn't came running for me,
or even tried to reach out one last time.
I realized, somehow, I was free too.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesia* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
