dear boy,
i hate you.
if you hadn't been sucked back into your demonic tendencies
we would've been okay
i wouldn't have fallen in love with a dead man
and you wouldn't have lost yourself again
this is your fault
or maybe that's what i would like to think
because like my mother says,
in my own world
i could do no wrong
but all i know
is that you walked out the door
you didn't look back at me
not even a glance
you crushed all of my hopes for another chance
you were never coming back
you carried the only piece of myself that i had left from before him
-
before the dead man
-
but go ahead, carry that piece of my heart with you
maybe you'll find me in there
sincerely yours,
the now, dead girl
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Acquainted with the Night
PoesieThis 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...
