Do you still remember?
How you hated every word of my name and now call it
with special names.
You led me astray, and now you seem lost in life and can't find your way.
How have you perfectly patched up your defects? Now it was all shown.
Yet here you are starting a new life, thinking you could run away from it,
but in your skin is where every fragment of what you broke lingers.
Surely they will haunt you until every part of you withers.
YOU ARE READING
Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)
ŞiirMy thoughts, books, and the magic they bring. Started: July 20, 2024 Finished: September 30, 2024 #3 poetrycollection #6 prose
