your words cut deep like razor blades
at 3am in dark despair
i tried to quit, but you're so addicting
even though you left I'm still going nowhere
and there's bags under my eyes
as my veins buzz with caffeine
i didn't really sleep at all
your presence wouldn't leave my dreams
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
