Nasty
insecure people
so often love to reap.
****
the essence of the ones they hurt.
put on a thinly veiled mask of
whom they've hurt
stealing everything
the persons dignity
their soul.
their interests.
their style even.
It leaves me just nauseous.
disgusted.
a nasty putrid feeling in my stomach
coils tighter and tighter.
Will it ever end ?
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Not one compares to how
you make me feel
Makes my chest compress
with such intense ferocity
as I pass by
Do I haunt you?
when all you've done is hurt,
i don't think you are even deserving
of thought
When you've haunted me for so long
i think it is only fair.
For so long
just the sight of you made me crumble
in insecurity and pain;
teardrops woefully decorating my eyes perceptive,
yet never enough,
at merely the thought of it all
I've grown used it
as lame I know it sounds
So much my compassion
has become my own hell
you are ever a reminder of that
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
I know you'll forever miss my sporadiac kind of love
But to what you see as just a past lover
I stay
riddled with embedded
guilt
and pain of every touch
forever have your nails digging into my open wounds
never once aknowledged
don't gut me
pretty please with a cherry on top?
but Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:06 PM UTC