Feb 2018
My mind can't stay focused;
You're everywhere.
You're the water,
You're the earth,
You're the wind in my hair.
My bones are suffocating,
Wrapped tight in vines and thorns.
You were my guardian angel...
But I've been wounded.
Now, I can see your horns
You're everywhere.
You're the water,
You're the earth,
You're the wind in my hair.
My bones are suffocating,
Wrapped tight in vines and thorns.
You were my guardian angel...
But I've been wounded.
Now, I can see your horns
This poem wasn't easy to write. It's short, but it has a long, twisted, complicated backstory. Basically, this guy I fell really hard for tried to use me. I said no and told him not to talk to me anymore, and he's tried to lie about me ever since. I still want him, but at the same time, I hate him. It *****.
