your lies
fill the air
like drugs fill your veins,
my body
fills with rage
whenever I hear your name.
excuses came through
for why you never called,
you told me you loved me..
but you don't care at all.
12.03.19
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Fellchaser
PoetryFellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
