You should have been taking care of me.
Now, I poke holes into my eyes so that I may no longer see.
Carving marks on my skin
Without the desire for pain,
Cutting out my heart,
Not feeling anything.
It is too late; I can no longer heal.
You betrayed me,
When you should have been taking care of me.
I must die,
Putting this blade to my flesh,
Seeing the pretty red hue,
And painting my nails pomegranate red.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
