You look like you hate me,
maybe sometimes you do.
Can't get enough of it,
I'm a masochist true.
Head in clouds,
yet body still grounded.
Sirens when i met you,
just didn't listen when they sounded.
Never knew people could entice you,
to do terrible things.
Never knew people could convince you,
to cut your own wings.
You don't hate me I know that is true,
but a little piece of me sincerely hopes you do.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
