Ruined Me
I didn't pick up the pen for days,
Knowing all I would write about is you.
I don't care what everyone says,
They don't know, they'll never know.
My love, you ruined me,
you ruined me, robbed my glee.
Took my pride and stability,
These thoughts of you won't set me free.
You ruined me,
You took a fraction of me.
Tasted everything you had,
And you must be so glad.
I feel like achievement to you,
Something won that bores you now.
But you felt like home,
And just like home you ruined me.
- Trishhh
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
