Part 16 - You and me, when we used to be (Part 2)

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Leave me alone
I'm going home
Back to the place
Where I feel most safe

Even in that room
I feel it might be my tomb
My hearts dark
Like my walks in the park

And you fucked me over
Making me feel anything but sober
You've trapped me in a corner
When we went from best friends to former

You've given me a disease
That not even the trees
Can make enough air
To cure it out of there

It's almost your birthday
And I can't be there to say
My congratulations
Because we've destroyed all relations

I'm turning on the screen of my TV
But all I can see
Are people like us
And who we used to be





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