looking back
and knowing myself
there were so many times
we could've fought
any normal person
would be glad to see
that they didn't
but not me
I could've been a bitch
the night we were out
until 1 AM
the night you met my Tia and cousins
also the last time
I took pictures of you
I could've said so many things
in the Maverick parking lot
or even on the drive
but instead I let my emotions consume me
and become drowsy and tired
I'm an asshole like that
I shouldn't have been nice that night
I shouldn't have been nice most days
and yet I was
maybe I should've fought with you
so many times I kept
my pretty little mouth shut
while I had suspicious thoughts inside
just fucking desperate to escape
it's a shame only my best friends
ever heard them
instead of you
maybe then we would've ended a lot faster
and so many things
would be different right now
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
