I asked for closure, as you stood on the other line holding her. The moment you'd leave you became her treat, it took me too long to see you had been deceiving me, but I'm the candy man, here to take back what rightfully belongs to me, I got my closure when she told you it's over. And I don't care if I've left a massacre over my shoulder.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
