I don't miss you.
I miss how naïve you were.
Giving out so much of yourself
to the ones that didn't deserve you.
Piece after piece
They ripped you apart until there was nothing left.
Nothing but sores and wounds.
And now that new skin has healed over those wounds
and made me beautiful again.
I refuse to become that torn apart mess they all loved.
The girl with a contact list she barely knew
Surrounded by so many
and still feeling so alone.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PuisiPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
