Your voice echos in my head
Plays over and over again
Repeating simple a phrase
I love you
But do you?
Do you love my scars
Love my messed up head
Will you fix my broken heart
Put it back together again
like a puzzle
Because I'm broken
But so are you
Maybe that's why we fit so well
We both love drawing on our wrist like their canvases
We both love our crackling depression taking over our minds
Love our anxieties that control our constant moves
But that's a lie
You don't love me and neither do I
We're just in for the ride
YOU ARE READING
People Are Poison
PoetryJust wanting to be artistic and artsy I guess, I just write when I'm bored, it's just my thoughts.
