Hold

Everything she does, 
everything she says.

All of it tightens the hold
that she holds on my life.

The hold that doesn't loosen, 
never tethers, the one I want to lose.

The one I want to lose with, 
all the hate I hold in my heart.

[A/N] Written in the middle of my history test that I couldn’t concentrate on.

0Written: January 2009