I look like a fucking wreck these days
since you've been gone
the mirror doesn't lie
I've stopped trying
and it's not healthy
but I think it's just the realisation
that you're not coming back
it's taking more of a toll
than anyone thought it would
my friends think I'm happy
my parents think I'm moving on
my best friends don't question any of it
do they really know me?
maybe I've just never let my guard down
at least not fully
you know me better than anyone
and I miss that
I miss you
I miss a devilish boy
who doesn't want me back
who doesn't even speak to me anymore
I'm a wreck without you
and it's fucking pathetic
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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...
