it took the death of hope to let you go
i no longer feel for you as i did.
the heart ache has simmered and the embers of my love for you no longer spark any sort of flame.
when you come by i feel nothing but the desire for time to speed up so you leave quicker.
when you hold me i no longer blush and stutter, its just a warm embrace, nothing more to me.
and when you do finally leave theres no longing for more time with you, im just tired and relieved.
your kisses are dry and your voice is irritating.
for once im happy to be rid of your ghost, im happy youre no longer haunting my heart at awkward hours of the night.
but a ghost is a heavy burden, as i sacrificed my hearts vunribility to excorsise you.
in order to not feel for you, i no longer properly feel for anyone as i should.
a small price to pay for slavation, but still
FUCK YOU.
YOU ARE READING
ꕥ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔶 ꕥ
Poetrythis is just gonna be a book of poems I use to trauma dump lmao I probably won't update much but yh
