12:24am, 7 september 2018
i danced with the devil
for a little while,
claimed it was because i couldn't settle -
double crossing myself with little style.
the bars were a go-to,
drinking and ridding myself of virtue.
it's something embarrassing now -
something to be ashamed of how
i let myself do everything that i could -
almost obsessed with the curse
of making myself go from bad to worse...
i thought i was doing so good
YOU ARE READING
do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?
Poetrysad sap space babe poetry, 2017-2018 'cause writing it out is medicinal. do you think all he sees is a pretty face, or is that too conceited of me to say? at this point maybe that's the best that it gets.
