23/Oct/20 walking away:
It's like abrasions on my skin
Every time you come near
And it makes me feel sick
Because of it
So I will brace my palm against the wall
Fall through
Watch you kicking and screaming
And maybe I am crying
But you don't deserve to see
For all your brutality
So I will leave
And wend over that corpse
The dead of the old me
That put up with your shit
And I will love the power of it
Walking away for me
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
PoetryMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
