face filled with anguish
screaming her lungs out
in so much agony.
feeling of being burned alive
and her tormentor relishing
every scar.
dreams of slit throats;
she craves the slow trickle of blood
right down her chest.
he would never, in his wildest dreams,
promise to be there forever,
when a mere paper cut
will be a sign for him to take a step back,
(away from her, for good).
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Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
