i thought you were too good to be true.
i was right.
i lie in the dark
memories dampening my cheeks
knowing i did nothing wrong
but desperately searching
for reasons it could be my fault
so i could be the solution.
now i stand inside your house
you are alone, asleep
you do not know i am here
i hold a match in my hand.
part of me was always gone
and you killed what was left of me
i am already dead.
so i watch the terror on your face
as i strike the match
and burn us to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poesía♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
