It is the lies clotting our delicate veins suspending any form of affection to seek in?
I would rather ruin myself than you I tell myself every night at precisely 3 am
He sleeps with little distress tormenting him with every chance it gets
Memories of past loves tracing your skin with their misleading fingers
No intensions to stay only use then break
Leaving you with nothing until the next deceiving boy does the same
A vicious cycle tearing you apart until one day you realize
Maybe it is I, not them
Simple words full of hateful meaning
Look deep in the mirror, use your eyes and stab every flaw you own
Understand that it is not them darling; you are just too broken to love
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Ghost in the snow
PoetryA small poetry collection The words I always wanted to say and so on. ---
