Hexamine
Was I supposed to blindly
follow as a sheep with
no human vocal chords,
without a voice?
I think you always forgot
I always had a choice;
I could have left you
at first sign or first lie,
but I felt sorry, I felt pity
so I coughed and wheezed
my way through
friendship with you
because I could never breathe
quite as loudly as
my lungs demanded around you,
and now you have the audacity
to act as if I was the one who
puked blood all over your shirt.
- Crimsyy
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PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
