Don't tell me that you love me
Don't say whatever's fakeDon't make stupid promises
That you know will breakDon't say what you think will protect me
You don't get that right to makeDon't lie to me right in my face
Because you know that I will race
To the finish line to find out
The truth and the glory
Of your beloved grave.Be careful not to tread
In my path of isolationDon't break the peace around it,
Or it'll be you're face that I will break.Don't give me empty threats
I just know that your a fakeCome on you sick twat,
Stop thinking that you're Drake.You ain't no damn Queen
Or glorious throned King
That thinks their
All powerful and greatYou are not my knight in shining armour
Try a failure as a role modelDon't feed me lies
Because in the end
I warn you
I will break
Break more than I should've
If you just told me the truth.And when I break
I swear
I won't let your soul
Breathe any lightNow that this torturous abyss
Is coming to an endI hope you realise
I'm not what you can mend.Because I throw more shade
Than the willow tree
Growing on your
Dead, fucking grave.---
A/N
I'm ending this soon.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...