Too sweet for her too sweet for her I'm starting to think I'm the problem again. It comes in flashes of lightning striking my brain every few minutes or so like a warning signal I keep ignoring. She's thunder in my head keeping me awake at night until she magically doesn't show up and I'm sure the stars are sick of seeing me intoxicated out of my mind laying on the ceiling. I'm too sweet for her but she takes a bite every night until There's barely anything left. She tells me I'm smooth going down her throat and I know it's tearing me apart but I'm too sweet to say no. My teeth are falling out and my limbs have gone numb from the amount of smoke filling my lungs every time I close the door when you leave and every time I open it back up to see a shadow but no one attached to it. I'm too sweet for her so she bends my nerves until they shatter on the ground. I'm too sweet to her and I've never felt more at fault for my mental injuries
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
