Late night poems ✔️

⤗ 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 ⬼

Did you like it ?

Looking at me now ?

Covered in lines of red 

You said it was my best color 

but baby , why was I treated this way ?

Was there a reason behind this ?

All this screaming is hurting my head 

Stop my suffering 

Stop this pain

I gave you myself 

My love and 

my time 

but I got hurt in the end 

and you got away unscratched 

Now my body is covered 

in bruises made by you 

But this cycle repeats itself 

. . . . . hello my demon , how are you ?