To slap you,
Is to touch you,
Tied and tethered on
The floor.
To loathe you,
Is to love you.
Pretty princess,
Dirty whore.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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To slap you,
Is to touch you,
Tied and tethered on
The floor.
To loathe you,
Is to love you.
Pretty princess,
Dirty whore.
