I've always had to be connected
Surrounding myself with people and things - and you.
You came to me with this knowledge,
That I was stupid and trusting,
And you used me.
Our connection turned to obsession
I'm just trying to breathe
And you're trying to strangle me
Under the guise of a hug.
But really? I'm just sick.
Sick of you, sick of trying, sick of trusting.
It doesn't matter how creative the approach; abuse is still revulsive.
YOU ARE READING
Up Too Late
Poetry//Hopefully// my best poetry, random stuff from times I can't sleep and need to leave my mess of a mind
