You hold me with love
Like a sweet apple
Coated to make shiny
When you pulled away
You're eyes were cold
And I grew unsure
So I bit the apple
What's wrong?
You looked away
And I knew
That apple was rotten
"Don't give me that look"
But I was so confused
I thought we were fine
I shook my head
No we are fine
But he just pushed me away
"We can't do this"
What happened?
And the apple was black mush
It's been rotting for a while
I was so obvious
Of corse, it was too good to be true
But I wanted it so bad
I made it pretty
And nice to look at
Because I was so hungry,
Starved to be loved.
<3
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
