Water falling from the sky,
Or perhaps just from my eyes.
His promises, like me, are dead,
As I pretend to shoot him through the head.
'It was only photos, nothing to die for'
That's what everyonesays in the court room.
'But photos of me'
I should have thought ahead.
'Her own fault'
They didn't believe that I knew it was.
Pointing my fingers at him in the defence stand,
Imagining his body covered in red.
I died for this,
This pustule of false innocence.
Character witness #1
'He has been filled with regret'.
Cry me a river, sunshine.
He killed me, my boyfriend and my friend.
'Suicides come in threes'
I was only a kid.
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Poetry Collection
PoesiaVarious thoughts and feelings, of someone with a death wish. If a link is posted, I was likely listening to it at the time of writing the poems. Trigger warning.
