my heart pumps black,
void.
through my veins to each part of the inside of my body, i get painted.
it's cold.
i can't love anymore,
it's wrong.
i'm not supposed to.
so i paint the inside of myself,
i build a fortress to protect the organ in my chest and no one dare get near.
i shoot spears at well intentioned travelers,
i don't mean to.
all i know is that they lie.
they all lie.
i can't trust anyone.
run,
please,
get away.
stop loving me, i can't love you back.
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an ode to the loveless, these are for you.
Poetrypoetry to help aid your understanding of emotions that are too strong to deal with alone, and also some insight into my mind and soul. enjoy. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Poem #1 in Mania #1 in Doubt #1 in Longing #2 in Need
