you wanted me to pay
your hell
you tried to carve your history
into me
with a belt and
sharp tongue
cold hands and
cruel heart
you should have known me better
(what an undeserved gift to have loved you from the start)
i should have known you better
you made a broken childhood
aching
and then asked how i could do that
to you
but i've got my own hell
and there's no room for you here
(i hope you're happy)
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Dysphoria
Poesia"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
