You knitted lies into the space
between our lips and called it love.
You broke my bones alongside my heart
and told me it was devotion.
You engraved poems into my brain
and claimed them as yours.
You moaned names that were not mine
and said "it was a simple mistake".
You broke all that I once was
and I don't know who I am anymore.
-a.k
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The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoetryThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
