if you were still around
and you were still mine
i would talk about you
like you put the stars in the sky.
you hurt me to the point
where i'd cry for days
yet i love you more than anything
and i'd take you back in a second.
but for right now
my reality is the red on my wrists
and my bloodshot eyes
looking for someone
half as good as you were.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
