❝ I might learn to forgive you for using
fists on me, but I can never forgive the
thoughts in your head when you used
them to paint me the ugliest shades of
black, red, and purple. I am not your
canvas and you are not an artist. ❞
━ Nikita Gill.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Arteries
Poetry↪ handmade poetry from someone who was once yet oft scarred. status: on-going date started | march.05.2021 date ended |
