Dew drops on the petals, the agonizing slow pace,
Frostbite on your lips making the blood shatter on each drop.
Force the light out, tear out your happiness,
Just carve me a piece. I'm just too weak or maybe low key meek.
I want to be strong not for me but because you are not.
Call her a THOT but because you are not and I know
I never make much sense but please look inside your brain,
even should I bring you pain i know it doesn't sound sane.
I don't live on the edge I'm on the window pane.
Now iswhere my words slow kinda like my brain hah I made a funny, two points for me.
I know that was bit dickly of me hey its my words
And you should know me, honestly I don't see a path for you or for me.
and this page cannot save what we were meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Reux
PoetryA collection of poems, these are the words and thoughts trapped in my head, the darkness, pain, light and dread. Humans are after all open books
