baby if I was held
at gunpoint
in front of you
held captive and you were given a choice
to run or save me
what would you choose?
would you be able to withstand
hearing me
begging you to be the hero
of the story
would you run?
like a self-preserving coward
because if you did
I'd be hoping the guilt
won't kill you
and I would haunt you
for the rest of your days
lingering in your subconscious
until you went insane
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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...
