The fingers in my mouth, they used to be yours,
But now they're mine,
Choking, my throat burnt,
Caused by the words you threw,
As I threw up the meals I lovingly prepared.
But you never noticed,
Your laughter in the other room,
Decayed our love,
Just like my body decayed from the vomit,
The taste in my mouth lingers, just like your form of love,
The form of love that I didn't want,
didn't ask for,
Just like the pain I cause myself
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After You Left
Poesíacomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love