Saturday, September 23, 2017

bite

i don't want to
hear you out

you never heard me

i don't want to
let you talk

you never listened to me

i don't want your poison
to entwine in the heart of me

to stop and let go of me

to slowly get rid of me
until there's nothing left
inside

except for your pride

and what's left
of my soul

too bold?
then stop

(go)



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