It was a chilly night when I saw my own empire fall to pieces right in front of my eyes, all the nights I spent building 'us' on steady concrete of honesty and vulnerability vanished as you held the hammer of lies and sneaky cheats and smashed my large castle into little bits of bricks, no longer held together. No amount of glue or cement could put these broken pieces back into the order they were in.
I don't want to be forced to share my rightful crown with a measly peasant, I'm incomparable, and you should know better than to go down from golden touches to fake silver, no empty gifts or burnt-out love letters will undo the horrible crimes you've committed, if I could wave my hand and have your head on a platter I would. You can keep your filthy rings and tainted luxuries, I refuse to dirty my hands with the tarnished doings of yours, I won't mix my pure blood with your smoke-infused one.
My mother always told me that once a man slips into a bad habit; he can't be saved. In my head, I've always argued with her about this, "Everyone deserves a second chance!". But I get it now, her predictions were all true. You turned out to be the same hurtful traitor I was warned about. I hate myself for not ruling the right way and doing what was right for my kingdom- and instead only focusing on the good parts of you. I should've known you were going to destroy me.
You will trespass the wires around my hearts no more.
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I wrote this out of pure spite.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
