He played her like a violin.
Rubbing the bow against her skin.
Leaving scars that will never be healed.
As he sealed it with a kiss after falling
Into the dark abyss.
He treats her like a deck of cards,
Tearing her at the edges and throwing her out on the street just to prove she is worthless and
Ugly.
She is sick of playing these games.
she just want to lay down the money and take my aim shooting the arrow
Of which you came into my life
Smashing into me
Bruising my heart and
Ruining my
Dignity.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
