I miss you,
Pulling my hair at the thought
Of you.
I want something thats new;
So that I don't have to review,
Walking away from you
The first time.
The second and third.
Never realising how bad,
You hurt
Me.
Now I'm a mess
In a little black dress.
Never ready to confess
How you make me feel.
Blood stains,
Empty bottles.
Hoping to see you tomorrow.
Drowning all of my sins.
You always knew I couldn't swim.
Drowning in my tears,
So that I could fix your fears.
Never going to appear
To be what anybody wants
That will always haunt, me.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...