We were unwrinkled, flattened out, smooth, but from here your scowl is a piercing dagger simmering the hatred you have for me.
We both walked away, we played the game fair and square.
It flares your discomfort and boils my blood, a rummaged spill eating away at me.
Don't you want to know? How just the thought of you made me sick? How all you ever did was leech yourself onto me and suck me dry?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
