Your distasteful tragedy left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, I sit it out and brush my teeth. For my love will be a love without pain, a love without dishonesty, a love with care. For your sharp tongue cut deep into my heart, breaking the skin and my pulling hair, your abusive type of love is a love that destroys, a love that violates every law ever to exist, a passion I wasted time on.
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Şiirthis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. some are sad, some are angry and some are seriously graphic. these are things that I have been through and you can tell that there is a sick and twisted play on words and a deep meaning be...
