She took my hand, and I promised her the world
we didnt make it out of our houses
She held onto me, and I let her
we had to let go
She told me one time that she could get lost in my eyes, and I told her I would let her
but then she found the exit
She made us into a fairytale, and I waited for the happy ending
we never got it
She let her name be so easy to roll of my tongue
it became the one thing I would choke up when trying to speak
It was a mutual ending, I think we both can agree on that
but not a mutual pain
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PuisiMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
