I burned the pictures
of all the places
you said we were gonna go
when we got out of this hell hole town
Because I guess you forgot the
"we"
and you couldn’t wait for me
So you packed your bags and forgot to take me
Left me with maps
leading to places that look ugly now
So as I watch these places,
these memories
burn,
I hope you’re somewhere in the flames
(e.b)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.
