the first thing that came to my mind was
i wanted to destroy you
i can be smashing glass on the floor,
crying till my mascara runs,
till i have blood on my finger tips,
i can write your name and scribble on it till the paper fucking rips
i can break all your shit,
i can find ways to take you out
crashed through a brazy fall
i never felt this way about,
anyone really
i call you my drug,
rehab has never been on the mind,
just need to find ways,
to get you refilled in my system after
3 years of being sober
i just wanted to crash down your walls,
i wanted to step on you till i won,
but it seems to be like,
you won,
because why your new girl look like me,
and why does she think you're gonna marry her?
when you promised that it would've been
me?
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Şiirdeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
