it wasn't until
23:54 on the 23rd of May
that I realised how detached I get
from my surroundings and my life
I shove it out and I never realise it
until a situation arises
and it requires the need to feel something
it wasn't until 23:56
that I realised I'm just not attracted
to anyone anymore, not truly
except the likes of you
but you're a stranger of a ghost
no longer alive and functional
my mother's always told me
that I have this underlying paranoia
that everyone is going to hurt me
but have I been proven wrong?
23:57 came around
and I've fully disassociated from my surroundings
not even the company
of a comforter wrapped around my bare body
can keep me grounded here, tethered to Life
can someone call ignorance "moving on"?
that's my true question
that I've been debating
not even the idea of moving to Oregon
is truly questionable
because at this point, I've still got another year
you were planning on Cali anyway
live out there with your best friend from "home"
I've got no need to cover my tracks
no need to apologise for my behaviour
though sometime soon
I'm thinking I'm gonna break this boy's heart
I gave a fair warning to him
his fault for not listening
pitiful that he has fallen so hard for me
and yet I just want to hurt him
even when he's never done a damn thing to me
Devil, what's wrong with me for that?
actually there's nothing wrong
disassociation equals blunt and reckless
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoesíaAsh 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...
