I have an army of words waiting to tumble out in articulate sentences, ready to destroy you, end your argument, and shut your mouth.
They try hard to slip from underside of my tongue and hurl themselves at you, stick to you and bring you down from your stupid pedestal.
They beat the backs of my teeth and try to claw open my lips.
But I resist at least for some time, to let you think that you have won.
There’s a sweet satisfaction in knowing that I can destroy you,
and I will but I will take my own sweet time in ruining you.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poésie'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
