When I'm with you,
I feel more alone than I would've in my own company.
For you do not understand me,
Nor do you want to.
Tell me,
What's the point of being here?
What's the point of being with you?
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
