and here lies the woman i killed
resting so brazenly
arms like snow, pale and cold
her heart once held the sun's warmth
perhaps there are secrets she hid
some cruelty she possessed that will be absolve me
now her mute lips, set in her eternal frown
cupid's bow arched ready to pierce my resolve
rest softly, sweet one
you are so at peace among the unlived
you will be so at peace knowing you were never unloved
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HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
