sometimes,
I thought I needed emotional support from you.
but not when you can't help yourself,
or when you're most toxic.
not when you're on the floor struggling to keep up with your own burdens, soon finding a way to
slowly pushing them onto me.
but its fine,
because slowly I learn that family is family.
even if you have to use me
to forget everything that hurts you.
even if in the end,
I find myself below the surface.
-zmh
YOU ARE READING
the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
