Like a knife
Against my neck
Inconsiderate
Selfish needs met
you ruin my soul
love conditionally
But...
When you're tired
I'm expended
Broken and bent
like a used rag
tossed on the street
just because of you
and your selfish streak
This...
My body
My temple
In three days torn
to the ground
with no hope
of rebuilding
what you stole
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Like a knife
Against my neck
Inconsiderate
Selfish needs met
you ruin my soul
love conditionally
But...
When you're tired
I'm expended
Broken and bent
like a used rag
tossed on the street
just because of you
and your selfish streak
This...
My body
My temple
In three days torn
to the ground
with no hope
of rebuilding
what you stole
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