His possessive heart was thorns in my side,
Everytime he hugged me it was like his arms were bars to my prison,
And his eyes, his eyes were always crushing me by staring at my flaws.
His love was hell and I guess I was just so used to the demons, that I was mistaking it for heaven.
A/N feeling like shit. lmao. dunno how i found the emotion to write this poem, but here it is.
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°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved
