Your words are now, forever stuck in my head.
Pieces of me that you held together,
Now are scattered all around,
Under my weak, cold feet.
Should I listen to the words,
That linger in your silence?
You did what you swore you'd protect me from,
I'm not sure who broke a promise here anymore,
Who'd really lied, would you tell me?
Your words indescribably hot,
As hot as a fire, pressed against my skin.
Your stare, cold as a winter night,
On my birthday when you held me tight.
And your intentions dark,
As a night sky we looked at from your window.
But don't you worry,
I'll find my way to deal with this.
Just like you said.
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Poetrythis is my canvas. i write about feelings and other fun things. i don't know what i'm doing so if any of this sounds bad when you read it, i'm sorry. i write because it's fun and it helps with getting things off my chest. i hope someone likes it eno...
