I was the wax
And you were the wick
Wearing me out
Burning me down
Whilst a river of my pain
Dripped down the sides
Till there was nothing left
But a black, toxic stem
Standing tall in a
pool of my tears
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
