i stand under the porchlight
foretelling myself that my fatal fantasies would meet no end
i want to kill my ghosts through the smoke clouds of myths.
chemicals here to destroy you
not a love potion, a love poison rather,
with a hint of dread, charm and jealousy,
i'm sure it would be deadly, i'm sure you'd love to drown in it.
you know i'm here to destroy you
but you stay here anyway,
and it makes me wonder, if you hate me the same way.
your bleeding knuckles and my parched lips,
still i dream of colourful shadows embracing us.
make me yours before that sunflower withers
('cause roses are overrated anyway).
i see dolls with heads ripped off
and wonder if it was me
who did that when she saw you seeking shelter from the girl next door
(those dolls, which i have been caring for since we were toddlers, the dolls which you had given me on my 5th birthday).
if you still decide to come back to me,
i'd be there to have all of you.
ruined, all ruined cells of mine
still ache for you after seven long years.
what does anything even mean to you?
i understand though. 'nothingness' is vast, after all.
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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 ━ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡
Poetrya 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...
