am i allowed to cry? what even are we.
in a world where full of signals are mixed,
your little poisoning lies rusting my softest heart.
but whenever you're in the presence,
i felt my world stops.
i'm madly, badly so into your words that you didn't cross with your heart or even mind.
because for you, i'm just the another victim,
her and me.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
