you play with me until this burning anger
claws its way out of my chest like a
dying heart ripped from its veins, an
inhuman roar hanging heavy in the air
and though it hurts to say this
i am nothing but a person without that anger
a tiny
insignificant
person
afraid of what occurs after the breakdown
afraid of the quiet emptiness of being alone
so even though you're toxic and rude and
completely, utterly unworthy
of my time
i stay
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
