left-handed,
empty-handed
absentmindedly admiring
watching your eyes
it's so beguiling
is it the revealing revelation?
my reputation
is preceeding me
gather the sorceresses
burn all the witches
find all the spells;
making a potion
for you to love me
loving you,
as sin?
gather their kin
and kill all of them
'twas before i loved you
already made mess
cursing, and killing
but i regret all of it
i have already loved you
and the people
looking at me
in their perspective
i'm already a monster
they took my things
burned my house
and tied me around
hang the rope on my neck
and hang me in the tree
i've been loving you
like, as sin.
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
