"I bled my feelings into poetry, as you made my heart bleed as it twisted in pain. You held it tightly, and silly me thought you were scared of losing me, what an idiot you made me look. I felt your presence heavy on my chest, yet, I was too exhausted to run away. You made sure I couldn't find another, you left prints on my body to make sure I'd remember well. You held me by my neck and brought me closer, with a rather hateful, than lustfull eyes. Lips smeared with alcohol pushed against mine. You threw hefty punches and words at me. Now I look back at my idiocy and laugh, I could have left. I could have avoided my death"
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A MESS.
Puisia book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
