Sick of the lying, of the same damn bullshit you spill out for that foul mouth of yours
Yet I kiss those same lips, that tongue of yours that is always speaking without regard of others rolls inside my mouth
I ask my self everytime when I see you, when you touch me why I am still with you even though you are worse than toxic wasteland
It is because of this emotion, this thing,
Called love and trust me if I wanted to I would never choose to fall in love with you
You have ruined me, you have destroyed me, you have crushed me,
Yet because of this silly emotion I'm still here sitting waiting for you to come back from your other lover's house....
So I can try convincing you to only keep your love for me
YOU ARE READING
Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
