the less you talk to me
the less you think about
the ways i hurt you
the ways i hurt myself
the nights i would starve my body
the nights id slept with knives
the ways i would twist
the ways bitter venom sat between my teeth
the nights id scream into the phone
the nights i scream alone
the ways you tried to save me
the ways you learned youd never be able to
the days i spent waiting
the days we spent together
and i guess i got used to you not being around
and i guess you got used to be not being around
and i guess we got used to the silence
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Parties with Cake
PoetrySad poems for sad hearts. Explicit and graphic, viewer discretion advised
