He tugs me into his lure, a charm that billows and bloats into a gentle kiss, a calming breeze. But my anger simmers, boiling, nicking my skull, giving a salute to his precious face as it thrums inside of me, clamping me down until I screech. I want to blame him.
Maybe it's both of our faults. Yet when I step back it's almost as if he doesn't exist.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
