Stop,
Stop.
I tell myself that it is all gone,
that you don't matter anymore.
Stop,
Stop.
It lingers in my head,
like poison in prey's blood.
Stop,
Stop.
It taunts me with your happiness,
pushing me further back into my cage.
Stop,
Stop.
You keep me in your traps,
the spikes closing in on me ever so suffocating.
Stop,
Stop—
Please.
I'm fine without you,
I'm no longer addicted to your venom.
Please serpentine,
untighten your grasp,
and let me go.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
