I heard you moved on
I heard she was my age
And I found myself again
Refilled with cold hot rage
I don't know if it was you or me
Who sent me down this path
I don't know who or what
Has stifled my loud laugh
I know I hurt my head
And you hurt my heart
I was left to rot in bed
And tear myself apart
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoesíaPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
