Do you realize how much you fucked me up?
I gave you the entire fucking world but you liked what he gave better.
I trashed my life, and smoked and drank away my pain for a long time.
Until I found C.
C. got me off that shit.
I showed C. the pieces that you left me with,
And she kissed them and said she loved them.
She LOVED them.
Before she even saw what I was full of, or how I kissed, or knew about my dark humor, or knew that I loved snow, or knew that I haven't worn anything but skinny jeans in years.
Before anything, all she got to see was my broken, shattered heart.
And before I could even try and shut her out, she let herself in and made me coffee.
She said fuck the breaks you're still you.
We made love, not in the way of physicality.
She fucked my mind until I came to my senses.
Until I saw clearly again.
I didn't see the world differently, and I didn't love being alive,
But she helped numb everything.
The love of my life loved me for my brokenness and found beauty in my tears.
There can't be another.
There won't be another.
I love you Clarissa.
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Random Poems
PoésieThese are just some of the poems that I've written. Read them or don't. Doesn't really matter.
