Get out of my head. Get out of my mind. Pictures of you are making me wish I was blind. Your love that was once inviting has now become unkind. You've made it known that you're eagerly waiting for the chance to say goodbye and leave me behind.
You've seemed to have washed your hands of me. Living your life happy and carefree. Though I fought to unchain your heart, you just looked me in the eyes and purposely swallowed the key.
You've been haunting my dreams for the past few days, but I just keep telling myself that this is only a phase. Resorting to medications and smoke blocking my airways. I broke your heart first though, so I guess this is just fairplay.
I see you behind my eyes and it makes me want to scream. Tears continue to pour down my cheeks in an everlasting stream.
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THC Meets Poetry
PoetrySelf medication meets art. Keeping it both mellow and dark. TRIGGER WARNING: Some of these poems contain topics like self harm, sexual assault, and drug/alcohol abuse. Viewer discretion is advised
