[ october 11th, 2k14 // 13th ]
can you really say you love me
and say you want us to be apart?
tear her out of your system, you say.
you say it as if it's painless, yet i can't think of any other type of torture,
you fucking monster.
could i just slice myself open instead?
pull out every tooth,
peel off my skin,
break every bone
to further illustrate my point?
being without her hurts me
way worse than a fate such as
those mentioned above.
or maybe me without her
will hurt you in the end,
because who enjoys
seeing the most beautiful, most vibrant flower
wilt?
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
