Set To Self Destruct

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

it isnt those around is isnt the tantalizing beauty of the beast it isn't anything in particular about them but about myself. i have my heart set to self destruct. im tearing a whoole inside myself and i just cant stitch it shut. it isnt your stare or the way you casually always touch my hair it isnt the way he walks or that one talks, it isnt anything special about them it's the broken pieces the messages lost inside myself and it's that fear that makes me odd. something is missing and i know that having my heart set to self destruct wont mend the whole but it will numb the pain. xox Kyelle

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