I never thought I'd let a boy control my life,
but once his crystal blue eyes peered in my soul,
i knew I was full of shit,
I looked at him like he was a god,
My savoir,
The one to take me away from this and run away with me,
only to find out, he wasn't a god,
or my savior,
or the to take me away from this and run away with me.
some
things
are
too
good
to
be
true
I whispered to myself one night,
with a pillow soaked in tears,
and my heart, that was ripped to shreds and left for the crows,
still laid there on the side of the road,
like an animal that was hit and left behind.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poetryhey everyone it's your favorite emo here with her poems she tries to write late at night when she can't sleep, super depressed, or whatever. ****TRIGGER WARNING; BLOOD, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE.****
