He loves me , he loves me not
He loves me less , he loves alot
I tore my skin , chanting the words again
A piece by piece of the flesh while blood started to rain
I had almost torn half body apart from it flesh and bones
I almost filled him to the brim with all the love i own
I looked at my face left untouched
A new idea a ray of hope suddeny surged
I smashed my eyes that saw all the pretty lies
I ripped my cheecks apart with bare hands
I heated my burning flesh until it started to expand
I saw it melting on my feets , after days and weeks they still rot
Will he love me , or love me not?
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Burning water
Poesiaa set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
