You come like fog
in dead of night
and I pray you stop.
Ashen words
coat your
candied vendetta.
‘I don’t love you’
[i know]
‘you can’t have me’
[please, go]
yet you hover
like mist
just to
torture me so
~j~
*this place is a dive* watch out for the verbal diarrhea (All words within are mine. ~unless otherwise noted)
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