Kill me with your final proclamation
And tell me now that you don't feel the same
Pity me or give emancipation
Leave me and end this now, your horrid game
I despise myself for loving you, still
Even after you have left me broken
I know I am at the whim of your will
Command and the past could be awoken.
Your smile my hostage is reflected on
And I can feel my chains grow tighter yet
And though with your departure it was done
My broken bones have not yet been reset.
I hate what you have made of my respect
I hate that you have made this pain perfect.
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Poetry Collection
PuisiA simple collection of my poetry, some gathered from old notebooks and some bespoke writings for this collection. There is something of a narrative, loosely speaking, that could be constructed here, with recurring mentions of places and unnamed cha...
