Call me bitch, cut me off
Tell me I'm weak,
Then call me manic
Insincerely apologize
Then tell me I'm wise
Manipulate me, drive me crazy
Then prove that I'm a psychopath
Stab me to death,
Then cry tears in my eulogy
Better pray baby,
Cuz if they're right
And karma does bite
Go run fast, get some help
Cuz you sure will need some place to hide.
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
