to the people that ruined me:
1. you (you know who you are)
2. your lies (they ended me)
3. your smile (it was the death of me)
4. your angry words (not my fault)
i have five words:
you deserve whatever you get.
that being said, my hands are itching
towards the gun that hangs
from the rusted hook on the wall,
but i can't do it;
because i know that there is only one
person to blame,
one person whose blood is on my hands,
one person whose thoughts deserve
to stop because of the one-second
pain
of a twisted bullet;
mine.
..........................
dedicated to the people who love me. i don't know why you put up with my shit, but i appreciate that you do.
<3
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
