i slowly start to feel you fading away,
maybe this is a good thing,
cause the devil yourself haunts me everyday
you were the key to
everything
how can someone so far
rip me to pieces?
you never ended it properly
so,
it was up to me to end the story
even though,
it took me a long time
a long process of my skin healing
after you cut me deep
i have scars,
and these scars will carry you
these scars will be on my body,
forever
you never said goodbye properly,
but every time i close my eyes
i can hear you say it
more and more
each night
to say goodbye,
was the hardest knife to pull
out of the millions i had
and
still have
goodbye d
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
