dec 19
december 19th
not a significant day
just another
that flies by
too fast for my
shallow nails
to scrape onto
and i can feel
my time running out
take a bow
take a bow
for your actions
take a bow
for your lies
take a bow
for your gossips
and take a bow
for my tears
because your
performance
of inside jokes,
late night calls,
pretending you cared
certainly pulled
at my heartstrings
cry
feeling the tears
slide past my
nose bridge
and into the
corners of my
mouth, the taste
as salty as
your words in
my wounds
why don't you love me
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
