And eventually I gave up
I gave up trying to make this relationship work
I gave up talking to you about not ignoring me
I gave up on the hope that we would last
I gave up on trying to hold onto the threads that were keeping us sane
And soon enough I gave up on us all together
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
