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.
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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...
