i'm tired,
of bleeding over the
narcissistic birthmark
place upon you from the
beginning.
i'm tired,
of crying over the
trauma i had to carry
for the both of us.
and i'm tired,
of dragging my feet,
crushing under the burden of your baggage,
still holding unto my book of life,
keeping a chapter blank
incase you came back.
"i don't think i could love her again."
and i don't think you are ever capable of being a decent human being again.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
