while she's tearing open cigarette packets
I'm tearing open the skin on my thigh
while she is rolling joints
tears are rolling out of my eyes
while she shatters her glass pipe
my last bit of hope shatters with it
while she is breaking beer bottles
my heart is breaking
while she cannot love herself
she cannot love me.
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Scribbles, Thoughts, and Doodles.
ПоэзияA collection of mostly poems and a few stories. I will be continuously adding to this as I experience life and need a creative outlet to express myself. I hope this reaches people who can relate, and if you can't, I hope you get to know me as you vi...
