Death to one's self
No better words could describe it
he's killing off the bits of my bones
that drag me back
into that trailer
into those monstrous nights
he is killing my demons
and the craziest part is
he has no idea he's doing it
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.
