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destruction in the name of love is all i know. mental destruction from those i love all because of my failure to comply with their wants is all i know.
why must it be this way? love, whether it's platonic or romantic, shouldn't do this to you... should it?
i get that i'm hardheaded. no excuse for you to turn your back on me, especially not after you've put me through the same thing many a time yet i was still here for you.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
