Ain't it funny
the way I fell,
Ain't it funny?
They said
your words would kill.I stayed
I bled
I weeped for you,
And all along
You played me too,I saw the looks
I saw your touch
Feeling her up,
They said you'd kill,
I wished you did.Ain't it funny
You changed
You ran,
How am I meant
To follow you?Down rivers and banks,
The quarry's in tow
The lakes that we made,
The vows you broke —I feel the altar burn
Around my skin,
Our vows
My heart,
The paper you tore,How do I change
When all I knew
Were moments with you.***
A/N-- something light to start off with <3
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The Ruin Remains
PoetryAn anthology of poetry and prose surrounding mental health, and psychological trauma, where I've used my words to draw out the river of emotions I wish I could've understood back then. Each chapter will have a content warning. A journey of emotio...