Jul 2017
i cried my eyes out for
you:
thick,
laundry detergent
tears,
in sickly smelling blues .
.
.
i will never be the same,
i
sup
pos
e
,
stained in white and red .
.
.
you know i know who
did
this
to
me,
right?
i can smell it on you .
.
.
my love,
do i sure cry
for you, my
broken heart,
it aches for you,
but my love,
my love is
not forever .
.
.
you:
thick,
laundry detergent
tears,
in sickly smelling blues .
.
.
i will never be the same,
i
sup
pos
e
,
stained in white and red .
.
.
you know i know who
did
this
to
me,
right?
i can smell it on you .
.
.
my love,
do i sure cry
for you, my
broken heart,
it aches for you,
but my love,
my love is
not forever .
.
.
hopefully the format stayed the same. SICK! it's 4 am in the U.K. and im fuqqed. the wedding I went to 2day was bad. what are ppl thinking. this is just a ramble of sorts, not my usual poetry. kinda a vent, kinda something i got weirdly invested in after I formed the s
