Pity is a poison
Pity holds me just like pain
Therefore I will show no pity
When pity tries to walk my way
Month: June 2019
Plot Twist
I could read him like a book
And let me tell you
Before you pull him off the shelf
The narrative wasn't anything new
Puzzle
You broke me into pieces
And for whatever reason
I picked up all of those pieces
And brought them back to you
Thinking that, if you were the one to break me
You would know how to put me back together
Dripping
You could curse my name
But if done
At the blade of your tongue
I would bleed
Just to hear the smile behind it
Teacher
It's ironic
That while I learn to love myself
I am in turn
Unlearning everything you taught me
Blackmail
But if I told you that
I loved you, would
you say it with me?
Or hold it against me?
Think
Some of the most
Intelligent people I know
Are the ones who really
Believe that they aren’t
Capable of being loved
This just goes to show
That sometimes logic
Isn’t really logical at all
