Obsessing…
and it’s funny how
I’m not stressing…
at all.
Funny how you’re using
the embers of your wake-
trying to burn down
the only thing
keeping me happy-
trying to knock down
something I’m building.
But, for once, I am stable.
Even on shaky ground,
my iron throne
does not rock,
and these arms
will hold him regardless.
- Author: FallingAwake2 ( Offline)
- Published: July 19th, 2023 09:16
- Category: Love
- Views: 5
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