how many times
had I warned you
I'd be a mess without you
how many fucking times?
doesn't matter
because you don't fucking care
some days I want to fucking scream at you
others I want to do nothing
but scream at myself
never listened to my warnings
just as I didn't listen to yours
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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...
