my tears fill me up
as i drowned out our screams.
you left me broke,
full of scars-
baby, our love was a dream.
i pulled you close
but got pushed away.
you left me flying off the ledge that day.
blood stained tiles,
kisses of pure regret,
you were the one
i couldn't have back.
YOU ARE READING
make love. make art.
Poetry- flowers will grow from my bones (trigger warning) ©-deadpoets
