today and everyday all i see is red. red shoes, red dress, even dyed my hair red but can't get the colour off my hands. i keep washing them and now i can see skin tearing open and blood trickling but i still couldn't forget the murder i committed. butchering my thoughts and the diary i used to write in, bleed the lost love and memories through and through.
there's no one to hear my screams, my eyes can't remain open any longer and i keep falling off the cliff without hitting the rock-bottom; butterflies swirling around my head instead of being inside my tummy, carrying guilt with them - they are considered to be creatures who move around pure souls
but if i was the wrong person and it was the right time, how can i still be pure?
perhaps then it was 'right person, wrong time' my love, all the love that the broken pieces of my heart could offer, now try to encage itself, preventing it from floating away, it can't save us ("you and me", to my heart i speak);
all this pain and guilt, it's not worth it, everything around me stops when i think of him, everytime, even time, but my heart keeps racing.
his photo on the wall next to my table, us together, holding hands, whispering promises of never saying a goodbye not knowing that one day we won't be here together anymore.
the air is clear and i can't even feel his ghost near me
where did you end up love?
i guess in hell for committing a sin to fall in love with a cursed child, committing a sin by saving somebody as cruel as me
i hope in hell, else we could never meet again.
kinda based on My Demon 𓆩☾𓆪
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Poezjaa short compiled book of poems regarding feelings and answers to unasked questions; apart from poems it might also contain some small pieces of texts, thoughts mostly they are; don't even know if these will make any sense to you but to me they sure...
