you're just like me, ain't you?
cruelty doesn't move you,
immune is what I'd say
you are in its presence.
but sympathy does.
keep acting tough,
it won't change how
you melt whenever
i pick you up after you fall.
i wonder why you do so,
has no one stuck around
like I did, after seeing
you in you rawest form?
maybe
it ain't what you're used to,
wish I could change that.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
