we were so in love;
some said it was a match made in heaven.
you were infatuated with me
as i was devoted to you.
but tell me,
when did your love for me fall apart?
did it slip away like a thief in the night?
sail away on a boat?
your execution was swift
like a sharp blade
impaling my soft skin.
i said i've always liked the color red,
but not how it looked
staining my favorite shirt.
- S.M.
"backstabber"
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i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
