I look in the mirror and smile, as the razor trickles out of my fingers onto the floor, I couldn't take it anymore, I gave you the worlds I deserved to feel discarded like a whore, blood ran down to my knees as I was swept from my feet to a peaceful sleep, where dreams of you and me play on repeat. I say It's not your fault... As you watch me break apart ...
Just know I made my decisions based on what felt right. There was no logical thought.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
