tw: knives, cutting, blood
I watched the colour
drain from your
knuckles
as your grip twisted and
tightened on that
wicked knife of yours
the point of that
steel blade
sending a chill
coursing throughout
my veins as
you so easily
tore through my
scarred flesh
but it wasn't the
work of your
blood stained knife
that hurt
it was the
betrayal
that left me
questioning
why?
- aj
a/n: this poem is as shitty as wattpad's new update
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Puisidedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
