my naïveté poisoned my brain
and dulled my eyes
so that I couldn't see myself
twisting a knife into your chest
and I didn't even realize
how you endured such pain
and continued to find some buried good
in my heart
and you continued to love me
as I slowly killed your mind
and you were braver than I thought
because you were able to look your murderer in the eyes
and ask me to stop
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
