Do you really think I can just ‘let it go’? The fact that I don’t know who to trust. Or what to believe. I’m not dropping this, I’m just keeping my distance from you both. You’ve walked into this paper town with great intentions that turned to fire. That fire reached me before it touched any of the town. It burned me twice as bad. It has me sitting here healing my wounds, not knowing what hit me. I am dying, this paper thin girl is burning up. All because of your dumb intentions that were never wanted to begin with
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm crazy. Or worse Maybe I'm sane.
PoetryThis is just some odd and in short writes I've done through out the years.
