I am the bad guy
Right
Nostalgia
Has a way
Of kicking my teeth in
When I'm not looking
One picture
One name
One demon from the past
Makes my blood run cold
Cold blood
Cold heart
Right
Demon demon
In the brain
What have I done to you
To deserve such pain
We haven't spoken
In years
But here you are again
Showing up
When I wasn't expecting
To see
Your godforsaken name
My heartbeat increases
At the remembrance
Of you
And your words
The last time we spoke
You were mad
Because I ditched you
When I felt threatened
By you
My supposed
Friend
I was scared of you
And I left
Without another word
And you
Hated my guts
Because of it
But yeah
I guess
When it all boils down to it
I was the bad guy
Right
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Poetry Book 3
Poesíathird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
