Oh you, who taught me that love isn't flowers but sharpened daggers,
That love isn't heaven, but hell.
Oh you, who broke me down and refused to build me back up,
Who made my own hands feel like poison on my skin.
Burn in hell.
Oh you, who taught me that my trauma wasn't my fault,
That life is life.
Oh you, who opened my heart
Who lies beneath cold stone.
May Charon take you.
Oh you, who taught me love is effort,
That everyday is a new struggle for each other.
Oh you, who lived so far yet felt so close.
Who helped me see life through a sharper lens.
I'm sorry.
Oh you, who taught me love is sacrifice,
That love isn't loving the body but the soul.
Oh you, who I loved so long,
And who haunts me even longer.
Please leave my head.
Oh you, who taught me loving others is loving myself first,
That hard lesson is now engraved.
Oh you, who I loved twice,
Who I turned my back on.
I wish you the best.
Oh you, who taught me love is patience,
That love knows no bounds.
Oh you, who I hold so dearly to my heart,
Who I'm so afraid to lose.
I love you.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
