there was nowhere |
How I wished you walked away
sooner...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...
It's not healthy, I know it's not,
to wish the world was faced with...
When people talk about raising their kids,
it's a strange concept...
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes. |
My heart is sick with grenades. |