The T

As I sit here

All alone

And my tears

Begin to fall

I am reminded

Once again

Chamomile tea

Solves fuck all

Calling It Quits

I should have trusted you

She said

And let you through the wall

I didn’t try hard enough

He said

In fact I didn’t really try at all

Tongue Tied

If I had the words

I would speak them

But you were lucky

I did not

It will always be

My deepest regret

I never gave

As much as I got

Weak

I really am sorry

I cannot take your weight

For my arms are too broken

From carrying my own

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