look
look at me
i screamed
look at what you've made me into
look at how sad
look at how pitiful the pirate in the lake is
look at this
a spectacle of a woman
crumbled to pieces by the only love
her only love
whom of which ran away from her
without a single goodbye
he got to look
and look
and look
but she never got to say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
