I guess I was always looking
searching for something
someone
to numb the pain
but all I did was ruin myself
I hurt myself and
I destroyed them
and as soon as the first drop of blood fell
I was gone
one hundred eighty-eight miles from what I called home
one hundred eighty-eight miles between
the only person that ever numbed my pain
I thought one hundred eighty-eight miles
would stop me hurting him
but I did what I do best
I destroyed him
I dragged him through the pits of hell
and held him in the flames
and he apologized for sweating so much
one hundred eighty-eight miles wasn't enough
no distance could ever be.
-9:44 am
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Sweet Nothing
PoetryA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
