Whatever you do, do not trust him.
He will kiss you, make you feel loved;
He will take you on dates with fairy lights.
He will make you his world,
But he will tear it down just as fast.
He'll kiss you till your mouth bleeds
And smile at you through bloodied teeth.
His nails will leave deep crescent moons
And his hands bruises on your skin.
When he stays you feel scared,
But when he leaves your heart cries.
He will destroy you subtly and gracefully,
You won't realize what happened till the end.
He's why storms are named after people.
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through toil and chance
PuisiPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
