you grabbed the
sharpest knife
you could find,
and stabbed me
right in the chest.
i bled out my
trust,
love,
compassion,
everything.
then you tossed me
in a pit.
but i wasn't alone.
the pit was full
of past victims.
and you kept
filling it up.
YOU ARE READING
drifting thoughts
Poetryjust a book full of short poems. enjoy :) (lowercase intended) {HIGHEST RANKING: #34 in poetry} [STARTED: 12th october 2017] ~◇~ "i dreamed our love was real. i dreamed we were happy. i dreamed of us laughing. i dreamed that we would live forever. ...
