when we fight
you fight to kill.
when i said i liked choking
i didn't mean it like that.
you held a knife to my throat
and called it a game.
tied me down
and called it foreplay
except
you left me there
until i begged
and pleaded
and promised not to leave you.
even if i could,
i don't think i can.
YOU ARE READING
floating.
Poetrya collection of my thoughts taken from my journals. you are entering my mind. please read with an open heart n mind. enjoy.
