sometimes the things that you
hold a place in your heart for
are actually the reason
it's breaking instead
the trust that goes into opening up
just to get spat on by your deception
i hope you meet someone who strangles
your tainted, dark heart with rope;
and i pray they shove your own medicine
down your narrow throat
how does it taste?
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
