I used to love strawberries
They were my thing
you knew that
You saw them too
You saw me in them
Do you still see me?
I used to love strawberries
Now I can't even look at them
You knew they were me
You took them from me
Something He couldn't even do
You are far worse
You disgust me
Just like strawberries
...
I disgust me
I hate my lips now
You could've told one more lie
Say you love my eyes
That would've been beautiful
But you loved my lips
And now I feel disgusting
Just like strawberries
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The World XXI
PoetryThis collection is born from the quiet hours, where silence weighs heavy, and the shadows cast by memory grow long. Each poem is a fragment of grief, a reflection of loss, and an echo of the fragile beauty that often accompanies sadness. In these wo...
