She built a world
Of solving lining
Spent each night
Awake and crying
Butterflies she
Killed each night
Giving up
Her inner fight
Drowning in
Her blood, so cold
Wishing for
Her future told
If things get better,
When do they start?
Or will I be
Forever apart?
So their last joke
Finally killed her
A bloody fist,
A shattered mirror
And a note along
That carefully read
"Maybe you'll love me
When I'm dead"
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
