hours upon endless hours
of bitter words
thrown like punches
at my crumbling form.
you're losing interest in me,
and i'm losing everything
while silent tears mix
with gushing blood.
the sweet words you once
kissed into place
just below my ear
mean nothing now.
and i know i loved you more.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Puisii hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
