I'm confusing and confused, the abuser and abused.
You're the broken one who wanted to be used.
Do you know what's funny tho? I wouldn't have said no.
But you never properly asked, maybe it was just in my head after all.
I thought I got better at handling things and people.
I should've asked, shouldn't have ranaway.
Yet, I was sure I got it right.
You were changing day by day.
You stopped calling me at night.I wouldn't have said no if you would've asked,
But the problem is I knew you never would.So I took what I was given and learned to live, laugh and be forgiving.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡