"how could you possibly wear matching socks? you must have your life figured out"
"i don't, i think my matching socks are the only thing about me that i do have figured out"
"nothing else?"
"not a single thing"
you were wrong
you did have another thing figured out
more so than your matching socks
you had figured out how to destroy my soul
how to crush my insides without using your hands
how to kill me without taking my breath
all in one shot
all in one night
you killed me
and the corpse of my soul lies in a rode somewhere far from here
maybe next to yours
but who knows
it's been there far longer that mine
a part of me thinks that they might be spiraled together like twine
what do i know?
i was just a fucked up kid
with a mind full of spilled gasoline
when you fucked me over you decided to spark the lighter
and you ignited the fucking fire
-gemini.
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Acquainted with the Night
PoetryThis is a mini memoir about the darkest moments of my life. Interpret as you may, but there is only one true meaning. (The title is inspired by my favorite Robert Frost poem) - most photos are mine and were edited by me (except the last one); all p...
