"toxoplasma" poems
The more I gave
The more you wanted.
The more I succoured you to well being
The more you led me astray
I gave and gave until I couldn't give you no more.
Just like a plague ravaging a city. It was over long before it even began.
You were already gone and I was at the polar of "okay".
And the fact of the matter is I couldn't have stopped you even if I tried because what good is a wooden shed in a hurricane?
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC