your broken promises still hurt,
like bee stings in my heart
and your lies still intoxicates,
like poison in my mind
it kills every part,
all edges and corners
unfounded
in my own soul
and yet you have none,
none of an idea
how you could kill,
in words alone
-isabella
YOU ARE READING
endings
Poetrythis book is composed of poems written mostly by me // borrowed poems have credits to sources and respectful owners
