I can smell it
Thick in the air
The sin that you are
All you do is take from me
And me being me
all I do is give you my love
And my tears
Hot and streaky down my cheeks like lava down the volcano it ejected from
I can hear it
Snap and crackle of the broken heart I was forced to try and mend on my own
But you always come back for a second wind
Because little pain is never enough for you
And healing is never and option for you
When I am broken is when you are the most happy
You did it
You won
You broke me
I'm done trying to pick up the pieces of my soul that you have been slowly chipping away at
Hoping I won't see it until it's too late
Well it worked
I'm broken
I'm sick of painful painted smiles
So do what you want with my soul because you will soon hold it in your hands
Because I would rather be dead for me
Than be eternally broken by you
-ATJ-
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Midnight Rise
PoetryThis is basically my diary and it might not be the best but it is what is in my brain. It has some spice and some sweet and some sad; some fiction and non fiction; some teenage stupid anxiety and some mature content the needs to be studied to be un...
