"your drunken text messages
were pathetic and meaningless
but you called it poetry.
you said things.
things that i miss about us.
ripping my heart out
did nothing:
you can take it
for all i care.
we're done for good this time,
and i mean that.
you're nothing
but a burden to me.
so get out of my head
because this is how it ends...
(for now)."
date: 1st december, 2017
time: 23:02 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
World of Poems
Şiirtake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
