At the end of all this,
I am hating you.
It's never me. It's never me.
I'm such a self absorbed asshole,
But I can't stop the pleas.
My lips bleed from the comments
I have to break
in order
to swallow once again.
Until the sun screams bitter blindness,
And you see once more what I have done
You still have the audacity to claim
That you are
The only one.
I'm really hating absolutely everything I'm writing.
YOU ARE READING
Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
