Me...
A lust-filled complication
Empty, dripping dry
So much to give
but none to her
Mind speaks in endless tongues
Curses, self loathe
Pain.
Meaningless.
Limited.
Broken.
Irreparable.
To her, she was worth nothing.
Through you...
A leading light
An inspiration
His stimulation...
Unwavering tower filled with bullet holes
Always standing tall, piercing through the harsh reality of self inflicted pain...
Insecurities painting beguiling portraits.
Of her. Deception. Of her.
Yet, to him, she was everything worth fighting for.
~O.
©them
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