I never did care much
for the use of makeup
but today I wore it
mascara and eyeshadow
nothing fancy
I didn't know by the end
my mascara would be running
and my eyeshadow smudged
all beyond repair
it's the mornings after
nothing can cover up
the stains of tears
and the puffy eyes
the crack in your voice
from the heartbreaking sounds
that escape during those times
no matter how hard you try
and even a slight mentioning
of the cause of the previous night
sends you back into a spiral
and nothing stops it
whether it's silent tears
and a screaming mind
or muffled screams
scraping your throat raw
and an even louder mind
it still happens
but of course
it's not just the puffy eyes
it's the comfort of sweatpants
and a big hoodie that slides past your fingers
that's a dead giveaway
if you look close enough
the subtleties are all there
screaming just to be seen
Devil you've just gotta look
despite the nonsense of being blind
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
