The truth is, I've given up on you.
Reclaiming space so I may LIVE.
For after consulting my fuck budget,
I've concluded,
I have no more left to give.
No longer giving fucks on credit
to make up for the ones that lack,
especially if based on historical data
I know
you're incapable of giving it back.
YOU ARE READING
22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
