No matter how hard I try,
I cannot commit to something which is going to end up badly.
It'll hurt both me and you,
You too know that this is the truth.
So why not bid adieu and part ways?
But that's just not your style, am I right?
You want the tension to build higher higher,
On nothing but a toothpick,
Until it snaps and all comes falling down.
You want to get the maximum pain out of this,
Don't you?
No use lying to me,
I know you.
You like to bathe in the pain,
And wallow in self-pity.
You know what I think you are?
You're nothing but a sorry excuse of a human.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoéziaIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
