I was listening to
Be My Mistake by The 1975
and a car passed me on the dark road
that I call my own street
I begged it silently to veer and hit me
I don't know why
but I whole heartedly wanted it
you never would've found out
you'll never know
if I ever meet Death
but I'll be sure to tell him
all about the dear boy
that I call Mi Diablo
and how much you haunt me still
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh 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...
