This is why we can't be friends. I loved you like a brother and respected you like a lover.
You scorched away my demons to make room for yourself. When you left, the demon's hole stayed empty.
There was a blank feeling residing in my soul. Only the words feathering my pale skin turned my attention else where.
It was the fear of letting you in, even as a friend. Friends let each other in on their secrets. My secret is the exchange of our words grazing and still nibbling my body.
The word "love", on my hip, is slowly burning down to the bone.
This is why I won't let you in, no not again. This is why I won't let you in on my secrets. This is why we can't be friends.
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Poem Collection
PoetryThe way somebody breaks your heart should scar you and leave you damaged. Sometimes it shows on the outside and inside. *involves depictions of cutting, emotional demons, and hurt all around*
