𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦
I don't mean to spill the tea infront of you,
since you're the one who let it brew.
Didn't mean to add more sugar,
'cause now I'm the taste that'll be the hooker.
Unknowingly mixed boiling milk underneath,
as thick as your lies that're burning my teeth.
You take the first sip,
another goes by.
Stirring your tea,
your heartbeat goes high.
Sight in a circle,
body seems loose.
Head on the table,
tea on your shoes.
With a knife in your back,
gossip's been threatend.
'Cause you were the start,
but I'm the dead end.
YOU ARE READING
𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoetryThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
