In the beginning, it was just me and my scars and people who told me they loved me over text
Then I found peace with a toxic bull for a year who made my scars nonexistent and small
I tried to win, but you lassoed my punctured heart and I was yours
You had bunnies coming out of your hat in place of horns who only see red
You weren't the best magician, but I tried to be your best assistant
You healed me
Just to disappear with my soul and paralyze my heart
YOU ARE READING
Ineffable
PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
