breaking
fuck
im breaking to bits
i knew this would happen
but i couldnt
resist
the temptation
of your crimson lips.
but now your hands
are stained
with my blood
and i
smile
because i knew
this would end
and i would never be missed.
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POETRY -- xx, jay
Poetrythis is basically going to be a collection of poems that i think of and then write down on here. i hope you like it lmao keep in mind im a young writer so if my poetry doesn't match the criteria of Emily Dickinson or Edgar Allan Poe, im sorry but ge...
