Love, you sick man!
You jester at my pain
Mock me with her presence
Rock me with her absence
Like a mouth to fire
you call on me only to leave me scarred
My wings made crisp
My heart left ripped
You torture my mind with her smile
that cuts through my thickened pride
My tormentor using who I love
to inflict what I hate
Pain so great, she broke down all the walls I tried to create
And plastered my blood on whatever was left
to seal my fate
©clint_m
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