This love is a death sentence
I'll take it to my grave
And once in the ground,
I'll scream your name through the dirt
I'll haunt my own past
The empty hallways of my heart
Will be my home
I'll linger in the remnants of you
You
You
Your hands
Your lips
The sound of your voice telling me what you wanted
And the sting of your text telling me I wasn't it
My love for you is a goddamned death sentence
And I'll take it proudly to my fucking grave
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Thoughts of Him(s)
PoetryI miss him(s). Here's how I feel about it. All works here are my own.
