I was going to drop everything for you, I was willing to cut open my heart and hand it softly to you, I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to caress your wounds, my intention was to keep it pure with you. I didn't want anything from you, I wasn't in need of intimacy. Deep down, it still hurts me to the bones. Fate is cruel but so are you, Love. And now it's too late,the train has already left the station. Yet, deep down a part of me still cares and aches for every pain you've felt. I admit , I screwed up more than I should have. Every word I have written from the day you've given up on me has been covered with red stain from the unstoppable flood of my heart blood.
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PoesieMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
