dont get me wrong — i used to cry myself to sleep and this doesn't bother me at all. I said I cried enough but NO — I cried enough but this ain't enough. I could never get enough of the pain, do not expect me to be okay after what you did, this is not just a blemish , this is a fucking scar and in case you didn't know, I will always carry this loads with me.
"Hush now" said she
funny how you console me like a grade school you can bribe with candies —- im done with the sweet stuff, im old enough to say no to beautiful things that blinded with the truth.
enough of the sugarcoat.
"here" I shouted as I spread my arms, as if im willing to catch all the bullets.
I need the truth. I need the fragments of me that you took, I need myself back and if bringing myself back will break me — then wreck me as much as you can — I just want my redemption
the right pieces of me, you used wrong.
YOU ARE READING
between us two
Poetrycompilation of two dialogue story that will surely bring tears in your eyes.
