broken hearts seemed to be your aesthetic
maybe that's why you destroyed me
the sight of me on the floor got you off
you kissed my tears as if it was a drug
you were addicted to power it gave you
when my knees would kiss the ground
when my fingers would tangle in my hair
when my mascara fell down my cheeks
you loved me most when i was broken
and when i started to love myself
i was no longer beautiful to you.
Listening to : 1216 by ECHOS
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Insomnia : A Poetic Mixtape
Poeziea poetry form inspired by mixtapes, and alicia cook. this book is all poems i've written in the middle of the night, with the thoughts that keep me awake. welcome to insomnia, and to my mind.
