i might as well just devour you ,
now that you’ve
shredded my stomach
and laughed .
.
i never would’ve guessed
that
you
would take
a knife to my heart ,
and then rev up an engine —
a chain.
but
im sick of looking at your face ,
sick of
thinking of you ,
and
sick of smiling
from my grave.
.
i guess we can say
you stole that from me too .
but
you are proof ,
that
even demons need to eat —
and this one
is very ,
very
hungry.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
i might as well just devour you ,
now that you’ve
shredded my stomach
and laughed .
.
i never would’ve guessed
that
you
would take
a knife to my heart ,
and then rev up an engine —
a chain.
but
im sick of looking at your face ,
sick of
thinking of you ,
and
sick of smiling
from my grave.
.
i guess we can say
you stole that from me too .
but
you are proof ,
that
even demons need to eat —
and this one
is very ,
very
hungry.
inspired by my best friend stopdoopy’s amazing post breakup love poetry, i decided to be violent for them. I wanted it to have more swear words but it just didn’t work out. the opening line was originall different. Also, happy birthday to me!
