i begged for mercy
from your foul touch,
your poisonous language.
you sounded like church bells,
but you hurt like hellfire.
you looked like silk,
but to the touch, you were a thorn.
you appeared trusting and kind,
but in the end you were callous and cruel,
and you ripped me apart from the seems.
YOU ARE READING
『ɴᴇғᴇʟɪʙᴀᴛᴀ』
Poesía˗ˏˋ nefelibata ˊˎ˗ (n.) ❝cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art❞ ❀poetry by the author (that isn't really poetry)
