There been times when I looked in the mirror all these lies my fave getting clearer. The past is gone, all the things come back to me. I can't see the difference between heaven and hell. The difference between a smile and a veil. The difference between my lover and my killer. The difference between Valentine's Day or 9/11. Between pain and life. Between death and sleeping. The difference between a kiss and a cut. Between a Hickey or a bruise. Between a gun and a new piece of art on my wall. Between a laugh and maniacal action. All. I know is that the fall never kills the person it's the landing. And this time I'll be jelly on the road
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my butterfly
Poesiapoems I write poetry is like my only escape and way to deal with shit going around in my life. Much better than cutting in my opinion so yeah they may not be the best you have been warned
