She inhales deep trying to catch a beat But it just tugs at her lungs She crumbles and stumbles And falls to the floor, almost to say we’ve been here before
By Brittany Smith5 days ago in Poets
I’m sorry you’re not who you pretended to be. I’m sorry I confused your silence for peace. I’m sorry you called my strength “control,”
Addiction took from me everything that I loved; Even the family that I once hugged; The father that wasn’t enough; Don’t even call me on my bluffs.
