they say, "I hate the way you talk"
and they say, "I hate the way you walk"
but when I walk and talk all over their skin,
they fly away like fearful birds in a flock.
they say, "I hate the way you smell."
they say, "you bitch, just go to hell"
but when i draw scars on my skin and decide to leave,
they say: "Oh, we miss her, that beautiful bell."
they say, "you'll never, ever find love"
they say, "who'd like you, you broken ugly dove?"
but when I find myself a muse,
they fawn over him and tell me it's enough.
YOU ARE READING
her eyes looked dead
Poetrya collection of poems, rants, and excerpts from books I'll never write. the poems usually rhyme. all by yours truly, of course. please don't steal em lol bc if i find out...you won't see the next day ;) what are they about? idek lol mostly heartbr...
