I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry you've made me out
To be the menacing creature
Lurking under your bed.
I'm sorry that my truth
Spread like poison in your veins
Too quick for you to be saved.
I'm sorry that my happiness
Has left a cavern in your heart
Only to be filled with hatred and revenge.
I'm sorry that in order for you
To be the damsel in distress
I had to be your dragon.
YOU ARE READING
aching lungs
PoetryPoetry has always been a beacon of light leading me through the dark abyss I sometimes find myself in. When the waves crash over my head, when I am being pulled to the bottomless expanses of my mind, these words wrapped around me and pulled me to th...
