i squeeze my eyes shut forever
my eyelashes sewn together tightly
spider legs crawling out from underneath my skin
the image of you trails through me leaving deep branching wounds
seeing myself in the mirror is like a bad dream
that i would wake up from in a cold sweat
in pitch black id sit and think about it for the rest of the night
but i stand still and stare and wait for something to change
for anything to change
and the next day when im leaving the house
i see your coat hanging on my door
i start crying as i pull on this thing that is so cold
brings me back to those times that were so cold
when i was so cold and you never were sure of yourself
you never asked for your coat back
and i was never kind enough to give it to you
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
