07/12/2019
1:13pm
the arid air pinching your skin
can't even come close to the coldness of him
- you're flinching
again
your memories are dim
trying to figure out what you did this time
his love is no prize you will ever win
you said you'd run
IF he hurt you once more
but it was only a matter of when
he claimed his mental abuse was all in good fun
you're an ugly whore
you're the sensitive one
you packed your things and by then
it was done.
run
fucking run.
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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...
