Jan. 2, 2021
12:05 AM
Aren't you tired of
Going through this
Wicked cycle?
You chase after peace
Only to force a person
Into your life
In an attempt
To forget
The last one
And you say that
It's okay
The pain will be
A price you'd be willing
To pay
You just want to
Get over the last hurt
So you throw
Your battered heart
Onto the table
Like gambling chips
And enjoy the high
For a while
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Garbage Poems
Poetrya collection of dated writings whose sole purpose is to get my thoughts out
