My thoughts return to you
Like picking at
An infected wound.
Satisfying,
but unproductive.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
It's time to burn the bridges I built
While you were widening the gap.
It's about reclaiming parts of me
That I trusted you to hold.
It has nothing to do with you.
You've done enough damage,
This is my fire.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC