smells like smoke
phone's always in hand
sleeping through the day
waiting for her to come home
hold no pride
but so prideful
secrets here and there
thinking they don't notice
hands so itchy
grab their shoulders
hurts his loved ones
then accusing her
when he's the problem
sick of him
create a distance
he noticed
she doesn't care anymore
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abstract || r.m.
Poetry"her small figure is covered with layers of clothes her big heart is covered with layers of regrets but her mind is exposed it's loud but vague" abstract | existing in thought or as an idea but not having physical or a concrete existence. these are...
