Betrayal melts on my tongue.
Promises promises promises
lead to lies lies lies,
and they lead you to me,
and I never told you
what I'd been hiding for
c e n t u r i e s .
A secret well kept and well bred,
nurtured through blood, sweat, tears and toil.
A secret that made your blood boil
and your skin crawl.
Because when we were younger
I killed you or at least
the idea of you.
But of course,
you will never find that out.
You don't know I killed you.
You don't know I despise you.
You will never know,
because you don't exist,
and you never
h a v e .
- bettydorotheamarjorie -
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a letter made from ashes
PoetryThis is a collection of my innermost knife cutting thoughts, my deepest insecurities, my heartbreak, things that I have thought about but never dared say out loud. Things that would normally go in a burn book, things that might hit a chord in you, o...
