"i love the two of you so much, you're my world"
but the sour stench of her breath
as these tired, poisoned words
fall off her tongue
spoils it.
there's a trust lost here,
lost in the boxes of bottles
and empty words,
empty like those bottles.
there's innocence and
a childhood lost here too,
lost in the lies to protect her,
and lost in the pain
of trying to protect him.
lost in an attempt to understand,
and getting lost with it,
for that same sourness is sweet too,
like poison.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
