Only a fool would make a sequel to this tragedy
You remade so many versions of her
Queens of poison staking the heart time and time again
That it made no sense to do an autopsy
We know what killed you
Your heart was bludgeoned to death
You died smiling with tear stained cheeks
Why admit yourself to this enamoured rehab again?
Only to seek out copies after being released
You're just not tired as yet
YOU ARE READING
Wet Paper Feelings
PoetryDestroying my love in the sink, From inked to un-inked, I undid everything. Scars, scratches and blotches, I washed it and watched it run. My words in blue ran red, As I destroyed our love in the sink.
