toxic.
is what you were
and what i am now.
as i fight the herds of men
that break against the chains
of my false security that i beseech,
i can feel it.
the feeling of what you created,
but failed so hard to finished.
i become the very thing,
i swore not to become.
you.
-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...
