03/30/19
12:17pm
i've shed
a million tears for you.
i'd wait
a million years for you.
my eyes are dead
trying to see through.
and you hate
to admit i do.
it's only fate
that i find out what's true.
that every second i wasted
over you
is time i can't get back.
you're like heroine on crack
i know you're so so bad
back i always
fûcking
come back.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
