Fresh scars smile
when in the hands
of toxic love,
a melodious destruction
in shades of melancholy
and foxglove,
when hearts are
gnawed into disorder
by the very people
who claim to care,
fed an insidious poison
disguised as a fated love affair,
and we linger with
vague apprehension,
immersed in the scent
of lost purity,
knowing we deserve better
yet ensnared by
the false promise
of security.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
