I used to love those goodnight messages you'd send.
You know the ones.
Those adorable messages that always ended with "goodnight my love, don't let the bed bugs bite."
I never let the bed bugs bite.
But I let your love locus crawl all over my skin, tearing my body, soul and heart to pieces until I was nothing but a worthless worm.
You left me then, and chased after the beautiful butterflies like a murderous mantis.
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Poems for the Poor
PoetryWhen I'm bored I like to write poems, but I'm not very good so don't judge me like I'm some famous poet cause I'm far from it. XD
