Write_Stuff_Poetry

in all my days I was sure I had been betrayed by people who break promises, or repeat secrets shared but those were "young" betrayals, and somehow we survive those hurts we move on but the years change the way the betrayals do affect us they can make us as hard as stone or they can shatter the brittleness on the floor in a billion piece where there is no chance of healing........ever.......... ~v

one day i will write my last word without warning you can read them if you wish because they might be about you and the bond we once had that i decided i would never let go of that last word

The raw, repetative screech following me every morning........... To a place that I could hide and laugh where young men mimicked the raw, repetative screech following me ~v