All I hear repeatedly in my head is you quoting others about my trauma, "it doesn't get better."
So you get to leave, what about me?
When you're done, you hang up the white flag, when I'm done I'm never done. I don't get the option to step out the door and never return.
You think it's so easy. Not for me.
YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
