I wish I could write a thousand letters
But it seems like the pen doesn't quite fit my hand
My mind swarms with answers to useless
Questions
I wish I never saw you
Never met you
Never allowed your harsh name to brush
Across my innocent lips
But now seeing you with someone
As equally dark as you
Has allowed me to grasp reality
That this really happened
I hope she shows you the things you fix
And I hope you show her hers
Because the two of you combined are hellfire and sure to break
I hope she kills your heart
And you her wicked soul
For who could love a thing
Whose head has always been born
To roll
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
