maybe i am intense,
crazy,
insane,
and worthless.
you'd think after
hearing it for
so long,
the tolerance to the pain,
would gradually get higher.
but it doesn't.
every word,
is still a cut deeper,
a harder tug,
in an attempt to
tear me down.
maybe i am icky,
disgusting,
and not enough.
you'd think a girl
who wants nothing more
than to be someone who's
passionate,
would have a better life than this.
but she doesn't.
she is still fighting,
breaking,
pushing for the hope
she had lost a long time ago.
she really isn't anything anymore.
a void.
a ghost,
who's body
is so intense,
to those who
cannot have her,
that she dims
because she cannot mend.
i am an empty box now.
living in the fullness
of the comfort
of being absent
and absolutely nothing.
you win.
i have finally became nothing.
at least i can't be touched,
if i am nothing.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
