That night you confessed you loved me
But was angry that another guy broke me before you
could shield me
Yet you slurred these emotions
With an empty vodka bottle in your right hand
You cried at me and shouted at me
That he wasn't good enough and you wanted me.
I was scared, petrified
When you said you were wounded physically
A clean cut mark on your neck hidden by your winter coat
It was a fight about money
Hustle money.
You were vulnerable telling me this while drunk
But I took advantage of you
And made you cry in my arms
So I knew you had someone for once
Even if it was for ten minutes
Someone that loved you
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Society/Humanity Pulled the Trigger.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in my darkest moments and influenced by my darkest memories. It is split into three sections sincerely showing what exactly 'Society/Humanity' did to pull the trigger. Firstly it Pulled it 'Through Acts & Desires'. Sec...
