I craved you like an addict craves nicotine, which I thought was a good thing.
I thought your dose would fix me and mend my broken heart, when really all you ever did was poison me.
You were cancerous, certainly not benign.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
