It's almost midnight and I'm choking on how much I hate you.
It's clawing its way up my throat, screaming to be set free.
It's burning everything away from the inside out.
It's filling up my lungs like tar, clogging them and suffocating me.
All I can hear are the lies, all I see is your smile and the hiding daggers in your eyes.
It's almost midnight and I can't breathe because of you,
because of all you've done to me.
The way you broke me, the way you lied, the way you got my hopes up.
It's taking up too much space and I can't think straight anymore.
It's almost midnight and I can't help but hate you for who you turned out to be.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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The shadows in the corner smile at me, sick and twisted. I feel cold all over. The sense of some impending disaster fills me all at once. ...
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I am used to the monster that lives curled in my chest. She claws at my throat when I try to speak. She wraps her tail around my lungs and...
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My mind twirls your name like a delicate flower petal. As if I think it to loudly it might disintegrate into nothing. I wonder if you k...
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