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Sep 2016
Spill out lies about how much you hate me, but just last month you were spilling your guts about how much you loved me
You're a coward, and everyone will soon squirm once they can come to terms with your true identity

Your face is fading from my brain
You're a worthless memory

I don't miss theΒ Β sound of your voice
and I certainly don't miss the sound of your teeth grinding in your sleep

I used to spend hours awake thinking you were the reason I wanted to breathe
But now you're the very reason I want to stop breathing

You're nothing to me
monica
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