arguments in your garage
about conversations we never had
you wasted my time
trying to call me "mine"
i know you don't want me for me
so go off and pretend you're lost at sea
i don't care anyways
i'll be glad to watch you go down in a blaze
you had your chance
so stop pretending
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
Poetry𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
