I have a mean streak
Like blood splattered on white
My love hurts
broken shards of glass in your lungs
I will wilt your flowers
I might burn your letters
I'm going to take your love
And give you none of mine
I'll break your heart
To make mine whole
Chaos fills my mind
Darkness coats my skin
I have been eaten away
And this is all that remains
A monster with desire to possess
To hurt
To kill
And to ruin.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
