i fucking hate every
pore of my body bleeding
with jealousy as he gawked
across the room at the girl
i dreamt to be the girl
i left behind the girl
drugging me hallucinations
the girl I bloody killed to feel
alive.
~bitxchy
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
