Dear, x
I called you a x for a reason.
Because you will no longer be named.
I refuse to drink your poison words.
I refuse to eat all of those paragraphs up.
I will no longer call you by your name.
Because at one point i called you mine.
And that is no longer.
From, M
YOU ARE READING
A island and a man looking for shelter
PoetryLetters to a man, whom will never receive, nor will i ever send.
