And as the mouths spoke, the world cracked and strained. My head shook without me telling it to, and the spoken words slammed into me. I was breathless. I wasn't in control. For the first time in my life, tears streamed like bottomless rivers down my cheeks. I fell to my knees and my hands turned to metal fists of rage. And as the words continued their assault, their meanings no longer mattered. They had broken my world and all I knew. I was at their mercy, and I would be forever. They took everything and offered nothing.
A.N:
Hope you weren't expecting more. This truly is the extent of my shitty poems.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
