Wednesday, December 18, 2013

with kindness

ephemeral fling
goosebumps than 
panic attacks
so full I've spilled over the edges
of the glass 
now I'm shattered glass 
you left me with specious hopes
and now everything you said must be 
a lie
your name rings like a bell in my skull
I could vomit you
I am sick with you 
and what you knew you'd do to me




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