Poking me are these thorns,
That are in different forms,
Some are painful memories,
And some simple tragedies.
Every time I wince,
I am reminded of you who always wins.
You take my weakness for granted.
That's what you always wanted.
I may be broken, and fragile like pieces of glass,
But I could cut you too.
Don't forget that that's true.
We're complete contradictions,
From our own imaginations.
Maybe it was meant to be like that,
So I'll continue to suffer,
While you keep making it tougher.
And unbearably rougher.
YOU ARE READING
The Notebook of Deep Poems.
PoetryBeautiful cover by @castawaytxxmo. Thank you Nathalie! ❤️ A collection of deep, dark thoughts summed up into poetry. So, I'm more of a person who reads wattpad than posting on it and this is my first book, so please please comment and like and let m...
