Bruised lips press to a glass,
Hoping for an indication of love
Why must it be this way?
Why do I have to suffer so?
Were you ever scared of losing me, or was it a lie?
I want to taste you one more time,
Hope it wasn't all a dream
Maybe if I just get a little high,
I can convince myself you're still here
Who are you to say I don't know what it's like?
Don't tell me--I know what you'll say
You cannot, will not change
And I'm the one to take the blame
Can't sleep, can't think, can't be free
Is this what love is to you?
I'm trapped in my own heart,
Your hands are my prison cell,
And your fingers are the bars
Slit my throat, stab me in the back
I'll still murmur through the blood how much I love you
Does that make me insane?
Or does that show my will to not give up?
It doesn't matter to you
Will it ever matter?
I won't know
I'll never know.
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Signs of Cracked Teeth
PoesíaThis is basically a giant collection of some emotional poetry I'll be shitting out. Mostly vent stuff. Don't mind me. Inspiration to write is Landon Tewers.
