Curiosity killed it. Now you mourn my brontide. You've been shunned. Your curiosity is what ruins everything. You seem to be nothing without it. You are lost and dumbfounded at the outcome. It was all you and and you can't live without it.
The need to medicate to not feel a wreck. Use my strength to feed your ego well no more will I let you. My brontide is sweeter than all and I know it.
My brontide refuses to allow such atrocity into it's self once again. Use my silence to reflect on the wrong you've done. The unreciprocated feelings and lies used to blind me. Fix yourself and love yourself I'm not your puppy to be curing all the bullshit you've done.
YOU ARE READING
curious
Poetrycuriosity ruins. This was from the top of my head at this most random time, no edit at all. Had to type it down asap in order to not forget it. I think I'm recovering from all this, tbh.
