TWENTY FIVE

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They come, they touch, they cum, they go.

I'm left alone,
my feelings before me, mocking me loudly,
my vision cloudy.

Pep talks I get from the mirror girl boosts me up.
Am I eager yet?

A pat on the back from the cut girl makes me high.
Am I falling yet?

To broken promises and empty adoration,
Blood cups up, let's drink to that!

To the I give up's" or "I tried."
Tear cups up, let's drown in that.
Am I chocking yet?

The mirror girl,

The cut girl,

My lovers;
They always leave.

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