-I'm not her-
Look at me. Tell me that you despise me. Say that I cause emotional damage to you. Hold my hand even when you'd rather hold hers. Touch my sinful skin when you'd rather caress hers. Look into my tar black soul and say 'I'll stay with you, no matter what' even though you walked away once the water got too deep and the skies turned grey.
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Euphoria & Lethargy
PoetryPoetry for the broken- hearted, the depressed, the twisted, and the lonely.
