Poison

Your love was poison It was never genuine, it was for your convenience To feed your demons You thought you were a genius and I would come to an agreement Youโ€™re a dangerous tragic A sculptor to my nightmares I provided genuine love, you fed me poison At one point I believed all your famous…

A Story to Rewrite

I’m beginning to think that I should write my wrongs over. This is becoming a thesis I never intended to pursue. Misleading adjectives are disturbing my lines. I can’t seem to say exactly what I mean at the time. My life is displaying a thousand hardships. There is no way I would let myself sink…