I see you
leaving tiny bread crumbs.
I'd follow them
and eat them along the way.
However,
I feel as if maybe
you'd poison me.
Or maybe you would lead me
into a deep and empty abyss.
Feeling trapped, I would
never be able to let go.
A prisoner in my head,
but yours too.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
I see you
leaving tiny bread crumbs.
I'd follow them
and eat them along the way.
However,
I feel as if maybe
you'd poison me.
Or maybe you would lead me
into a deep and empty abyss.
Feeling trapped, I would
never be able to let go.
A prisoner in my head,
but yours too.
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