one moment you were sugary lips
with cheeks of rose and words of honey.
filling my empty head with words of hope and fantasy.
the next you were gone
with out a trace.
not even a whisper of movement to even suggest you were in the first place.
how can someone go from the damn of the faucet in your eyes
to the very reason the flood began?
you were so sweet,
now so bitter.
best compared to that of burned sugar.
DU LIEST GERADE
downfall
Poetry"Sometimes you're in so deep, it seems easier to just swim down." tw: self harm, suicide, physical abuse, family stuff, eating disorders, a shit load of negative shit. don't read if you don't like depressing stuff.
