Was it ever real to you? Did you ever love me? Did you ever care? Was I just a rebound? Was it some sick twisted game? Did you want to see my writhe and wither in pain? If so look at me now! Feast your eyes upon me, writhing in pain and withering from anger. Feast your eyes upon my heart which is tattered, torn, battered, bloody and bruised. Yet it still beats for you. All of it, every inch, every piece, every crack and crevice beats for you. For you and only you.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryRandom poems about my feelings. Any images used i do not own unless I specified it as my own. I'm sorry if it sucks im a first time writer any renditions are accepted and constructive criticism or if you ever need to talk my door is always open just...
