A/N: Sorry this is not really a poem, its just something i needed to let go of.
perhaps its time i confess
that i've spent too many days
pretending i'm okay
being your second preference
always
and that
i've spent too many nights
pillows soaked
with all the dreams you've killed
all the hope i had
i don't have no more.
maybe its me who's wrong
life gives you
what you deserve
and if i don't deserve love
from the man whose blood i share
and if he chooses
to only pretend to care
then all i can do is this
pour my words out
where you wont find them
hide my pain
where you cant see them
oh, even if you did
i bet you wouldn't care
anyway
~28/01/18
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Desolate
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