Dressed in black and red stained lips, you are lady lust herself playing both sides through stolen sips of wine. You hand out pieces of your heart in perfume masked gift baskets and then at night you hold yourself and wonder why you feel so empty. You have an exquisite soul my dear, but you must stop walking around in the graveyards at night, trying to bury your feelings won't keep them from coming back alive. You Fell in love with love itself and now the queen of equilibrium can no longer keep balance. Sweetheart, you are worthy of a voice but you must first speak to be heard. Stop using others affection for you as a measure of your worthiness, you must sit in silence and wait for what you cannot change.
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Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
