She was soft,
Like the bed,
Her hands to my hair.
Yet she moaned another's name
Like she wasn't even aware
That I was there.
It's unfair.
How was I not aware
Of her affair?
And even though I hate her,
Why do I still care?
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Poetry
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote. I few are on my Tumblr but not all of them. Feedback is always appreciated. I've been told this is kinda intense(?) so read at your own risk ig Theme is basically murder and sex. Like that's really it. Nothing too extreme l...
