i came home,
to an empty home
and even emptier eyes.
broken words,
and broken lies.
the smell of smoke hung in the air,
i inhale it
as my eye slips a tear.
we were nothing,
and i'm so done,
so done
with trusting.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
الشعرthis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!