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Marri Nov 2019
To be in love with a man in *******--
Is to shatter your heart a thousand times.
For my love is held in her fondness.
What will become of us and our love crimes?

Are we ungodly with no virtue left?
Have we no soul left in our mortal shells?
Have we lost our halos or was it theft?
Will we ever hear heaven’s freedom bells?

You are bound, tied by hand, and feet to her.
You are held captive by left hand and ring.
You are covered in love, you reek of myrrh.
For her, you will sing, to me, you will cling.

How can one so faithful fail another?
If not me, nor her, then who? My lover.
B-J Nov 2019
I couldn't call you heartless
that's just inhumane
but maybe it'd suit you

you lack something
deep inside
you're hollow,
heartless,
cold.

words like venom
words like fire
burn and itch my skin
the lies,
deceit

dark place
cold place
where a heart should stand
I see nothing
I feel nothing
just a black, empty space
mjad Nov 2019
just for a moment
i step inside
i kiss one guy
i turn around
close the door
and kiss one more
mjad Nov 2019
his face against mine
i sigh
he opens his eyes
he tells me what he wants
not a question
so i open mine
and turn to my side
i have to deny
what he wants
because on my mind
is another guy
Nazish Idrees Sep 2019
he is a parasite
he is a leech

he feeds on your blood
he is full of greed

he has a plan to put you down
without even your notice

he started with love bombing
he ended on blaming

he did projection all the time
he injected toxicity within your happy soul

he targets his prey
he handles ten at times

he can never be loyal
he does chronic lying

show him the mirror
show him the death

cut off his oxygen
don't ever interact
Jaxey Sep 2019
Sin
"I love you"
You say
As you lift up my chin
But you're eyes shine with metaphors
And your hand feels like sin
Stop lying to me
Nicole Sep 2019
I spy with my little eye
Your hands intertwine
With another and your favorite tie
Survived Aug 2019
If I had a gun with two bullets
And I was in a room with you,
I would shoot at my heart twice.
F A Pacelli Sep 2019
when you gave yourself
to a nameless stranger
my heart was ripped apart
by my bloodied hands
while i descended
into poisonous perdition
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