I'm glad she told me who you really are
I was willing to give myself for you
She looks at you like a dictator over another fire
You said I'm embarrassing myself
But I told her the truth
And you just lied
Men like you and me and millions more
Despire admittance of what we are
I redact ever adoring you
Too vain to toss what coursed through my viens for you
Disgust coats my tongue, stale mollassess
Yet she stayed with you
She laughs and asks for the nicotine
You hand it to her
You hand her the oil lamp and she believes it is a candle despite seeing that the on;ly fire is in your eyes, not your hands
Your fists clench the vile violets, violent reds
She hates me rightfully, I don't interference
She is the lark stolen from the sunset
In searching for escapism, this is the responsibility I cannot abandon
I'm glad she told me, and I hope it doesn't work out
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
