When his hands went up my thighs
That's when I cried.
But as I cried
I realized I had died.
-H.N.
You had broken me, bruised me
Yet I didn't need you to fix me
And as I looked I realized
You needed me to fix you
And that's why I let you break me.
-H.N.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryWe're all creating different stories that end the same, don't regret yours. Please do not steal or take my work as your own. I would leave to hear feedback!
