i wonder how do my words effect you? your words to me are little bullets making holes in my skin it's hard to forget them they just dig in so deep scraping my bone and my soul
beautiful, beautiful are your lies engulfing me slowly, desolving in tears maybe, just maybe you are telling the truth "ignorance is bliss, *** didn't they tell you?" never did i ever believe i'd cry over you every night
it has just occured to me that most of these poems (if they're worthy of the title "poems") are about you and how one minute everything seems to be going fanastic and then you take your toxic charms and make me feel like ****