(Listen to Glass by Mareux ft. King woman)
Perhaps it's true
I died due
To being alone
With everyone I've ever loved
Abandoning me, leaving me lonely
They say phobias
Is the way you died in a past life
But what if it kills me
In this life too?
What if it turns out
That everyone is durable plastic?
And I'm the only one made of glass
Easily breakable, even hysteric
If left alone, Monophobic
You're not coming home
Shatter what's left of me
And leave me alone
To collect a thousand broken shards
And live on nostalgia
Then write on my gravestone
"She died from Monophobia"
-I was only trying to understand, I was lonely.
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
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