3:40, Wednesday, 17th May
I was drowning in heartache
that doused my insides in gasoline
And your words
were the matches that triggered the flame
that burnt me until I was no more.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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3:40, Wednesday, 17th May
I was drowning in heartache
that doused my insides in gasoline
And your words
were the matches that triggered the flame
that burnt me until I was no more.
