she read poetry
but it wasn't any type of poetry.
it was the type that injected her with soothing venom
and ignited a havoc inside of her.
it was unpolished, real and raw
it wasn't the words of wisdom and moral you normally read
they were words that glamourised destruction and pandemonium
she read them until she bled
she read until her eyes became pools of tears
it hurt her reading it
but its control over her held her hostage
she was no more in control of herself
its control over her was more powerful than the pain it gave her
and maybe thats why she kept reading it
maybe thats why she kept reading and bleeding until not even one drop of blood was left in her
maybe thats why
-read it until you bleed from it
has anyone started bleeding yet? 😂
YOU ARE READING
Bitter Love
Poetry"My scars don't bleed, my heart does." Lowercase intended throughout the book.
