everything we've always hated about each other will come to light in the end
give me your worst
purge to me your secrets
the quiet things no one ever knows
the truths that can only be whispered in the dark
you in your rawest form
I want to know what makes your skin crawl
what accelerates your heart at night all alone in shadows
expose to me more than your shitty heart
bare me your soul
what's hidden in your core
let's not waste time on the trivial scripts
because in the end I won't care what your favorite color is or your lucky number
no, what I'll remember are the stories of the hearts you stole and mercilessly broke
the dead weight of guilt now hanging over your shoulders
and how I used it for inspiration all the while kissing your lips by way of promising that you could never do a thing to make me go away
promising I wouldn't judge your cruelty
your insatiable desire to destroy everything good
(how could you willingly believe such an outright lie?)
but the point is I'd never make that promise out loud
so that when the time comes for me to leave
when you are no longer full of the life and vibrance you once bore
that arrogance that only comes with knowing that every action results with you winning
once I've sucked every last drop of your identity
turning your skin into my own
you'll know what it feels like to die
retribution for getting away with murder
I am no god ready to forgive your sins
and sooner or later you'll have to
fucking realize
that you can't clear your conscience
by talking to your imaginary friend in the sky
- just something to post and I'll probably edit it later
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Beeswax
Poetrythis is a collection of random poems I wrote that surfaced from random feelings read it. you might like it.
