There was once a girl, with fire eyes and a lightning soul.
Yet somehow all she touched fell apart, even she, was never to be whole.
She ached, she yearned, wanting something more.
Nothing ever came. There was no answer to her call.
For how can someone put back together such a self-destructive soul.
They could fix her up, tie her back together with pretty words and strings.
But the moment they turned their back, she'd be picking at the seams.
It wasn't that she wanted the hurt, only to feel something. And maybe pain was better than nothing at all.
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
