I always thought a knife slashed the deepest wounds before I met you, my love.
You managed to cut into my core and destroy my spirits, resulting in relentless trauma.
You increased your cruelty, never considered my health, nor my emotions.
When I needed you most, you upped your deviant manipulation.
How is it you sleep at night, my dear?
You must enjoy the chaos, live for the thrill.
Never trust a lover,
They are born to kill.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
