And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again,
I feel attacked for not giving you want you want, for being resistant to opening my heart to one of your friends when you have hurt mine so bad
You won't even let me ask questions without making me feel useless
Dull
Problematic
Chronic
Diseased
Selfish
Unkind
Worthless
Not even worth a conversation, a dialogue,
Your words rip into my soul & eat me alive & I know you know they hurt me because
I know you know it will work.
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again,
But with one less "and again" this time
Tears cloud
Crying is better than dying
Lol.
-there's only so much growth before the regression
YOU ARE READING
My Little Black Book
PoetryThis is my song book. You might view it as poetry, less than art, or even a crazy girl seeking the world: but this poetic nonsense is a tidbit of my heart. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing.
