I bled a lot with the words you're using.
I bled a lot even if I responded smiling.
I bled a lot without you knowing
I bled a lot, even if you think it was nothing.
Now I overthink at night and found out something.
the knife you used, was the knife I loved.
the wound you made, was the wound I hugged.
the scar you shaped, was the scar I carved.
the memoir you left, was the memoir I kept.
how stupid was I for not knowing
Your're a criminal and this love was bittersweet.
-misssunnyblooms
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POESIA
PoetryOften we lose against the will of keeping it all secretly. heart cant just keep it all, if its too much. - - - can you keep a secret?
