when the days end, and the nights begin. you promised to carry me through it all.
but where are you when i begin to bawl?
anger and despair are my specialty.
but you were my muse.
you kept my head up high when my life was low.
but as soon as it began, you ended it.
you said i wasn't worth the fit.
because the love that i showed to keep, was never the thing that lit you up.
she came after me, you always run back to her.
but you can't bury the truth.
it always comes out, one way or another.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Puisideep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
