Small
Short
But very scary
Black hair
Dark eyes
Topped of by black clothes
The love of my love's life
You hurt my baby
You make him cry
You make him want to die
And I hate you for it
But here's why
Mi amor loves you
So he let's you walk all over him
He let's you destroy him
Til he's nothing but pieces
And I then find those pieces
And put them back together
Cause I love my baby
But he loves you
My hands bleeding
And tears running down my eyes
I still smile cause he's smiling again even if it's with you
You are confused
And I blame that on the world
You've felt the pain of your anorexic ways
And you are strong for overcoming it
But at the end of the day I struggle to say wether it's pain that makes you this way
Or are you just bored these days
YOU ARE READING
The observations of an observer
PoesíaSitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.
