the arguments have intensified to where we are cursing at each other they've gotten ten times worse and now the thought is for me to run away leave a place where i don't want to be and the smashing pumpkins "imploding voice" is what i hear as i begin to pack to leave this place everywhere ive gone is everywhere ive been im going to leave this house and begin a new life im down on my luck, im tired of having no fun im tired of coming home and getting right into an argument i mean, what did i do for this? but then i remember that i was taken in when i had nowhere else to go and it becomes apparant as i unpack that i won't run away not today.Birth sign: Aries
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