I feel like I'm giving up on you,
it scares me cause I don't want to,
but whenever I look at you,
I can see that you're not the place,
I should run to.
whenever I'm drowning,
I can't see your hands I'm
tryna reach.
whenever I go heading for a sleep,
I can't know if I'm your last thoughts
going too deep.
Maybe I am, but it's truly about
how to get rid of me,
because I'm the only monster u see.
Because I can be your creepy,
your creepy little one,
that it isn't a little bit fun.
When we don't talk anymore,
who would you fall for?
who's that someone
beside your pillow you would adore?
who would be the source,
of your home to make it feel lovable?
Tears falling on my cheeks strangely
without me feeling
it's sudden to come out now.
you made me cold and furious,
thinking on how dumb I am
to love you in the previous.
I don't know who's more
horrible than the other,
I trusted you to be my protector,
I lost my mother and father.
but I guess there's no sight in
your place for me now,
darling I'm sinking as
you've found your new lover.
I hope her taste for you
would taste like sugar.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
