love was never a lie
and did anyone ever say
that it was painless?
there are merely those
with crooked, twisting fingers
who choose to claw
and slash without mercy
at the unblemished skin of the pure
until it breaks open
now they're bloody and bitter
and they aren't innocent anymore
YOU ARE READING
dont leave flowers on my grave
Poésiedo let me rest in pieces ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 2018 - 19