my sky
is no longer blue.
I hope your blood rains
from the now
meaningless clouds,
the rivers will fill
of your regret.
I can't take back
everything I gave you
but I can make you
feel how empty
you really are
when I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
•metamorphism of me• [finished]
Poetryjust a collection of shitty writings from ya girl
how do you love someone that makes you unhappy?
my sky
is no longer blue.
I hope your blood rains
from the now
meaningless clouds,
the rivers will fill
of your regret.
I can't take back
everything I gave you
but I can make you
feel how empty
you really are
when I'm gone.