Our final day together
As a couple
You showed me around your room
Handed me trinkets you were proud to call your own
Wrapping me in a security blanket
Making me believe we were okay
Even though in your head
You knew we were anything but
Think blanket was meant to blind me
So you could slowly
But surely
Suffocate me as you delivered
The quick jab to my heart
Ending what
You had called
"My truest love".
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Teardrop Words
Puisia midnight journal. thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind. trigger warnings inside.
