Vinyl Chloride
I will never believe
in you again,
There is harm in
trusting a delusive
person like you;
Your damage replays,
others can see the
debris from your mistakes;
if only I were made of bricks,
then maybe, you
wouldn't weigh as much,
but because I'm
not made of bricks,
I'm vulnerable,
starring tired flesh
and equally tired heart.
- Crimsyy
A/N: Thankyou so much for reading (: I would love to know your thoughts on this poem or if you can relate
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PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
