You know, my guy,
I'm getting tired of waxing poetic
about how broken you left me.
It's getting pyretic,
got me burning up
setting me off,
got me fired up.
Spontaneous combustion
is imminent the longer
we talk about all this
exhaustion we've
caused each other.
I'm just so tired.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PuisiYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
