This isn't you.
It was never you.
You grew to be a fighter,
But when did your actions become so remorseless?
At what point in our graph did the plots begin to create an irregular correlation?
At what point did love turn to aggression?
When did you get so lost?
With a broken heart,
I know I'll never adapt to this new you.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
