Your memory haunts my nightmares
Your smile slices through me
Your eyes judge me for who I am
Your words are like daggers in my ears
Your laughs are punches to the head
And your love is a stab to the heart
You injure me still, why won't you let me be
Let me die here on the floor, let me die in peace.
YOU ARE READING
~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
