I burn myself with water
I burn myself with fire
I burn myself with thoughts
Of sickening desiresMy body bleeds
My mother cries
Where were those tears
When I was aliveWords mean nothing
and neither do you
You were the words
I was the glueI want you to die
I want you to scream
I wish I could kill you
Get out of my dreamsI can't hate
And I can't cry
And I still love you
I won't lie
YOU ARE READING
Short poems, stories, vents, and my life advice
PoetryLate night thoughts, poems, or just vents. The majority of these are created from an intoxicated mind