Girl don't you see you take things out on me?
as painful as it sounds that's what you're best at,
you abuse my feelings my pain my vulnerability,
and i'm a fool to think you'd take it all back,
i know i've put you through some serious shit,
but hell i change who i am with all my might,
you use on me all the mistakes i did,
why? just to hurt me out of your spite?
just because i've done them it justifies your actions?
have you forgotten why they're called misjudgement?
it's the part where you do something wrong and learn,
not slap me on the face and say "Your turn!"
Don't just say sorry and give me a hug,
Don't leave me hanging with a meaningless kiss,
you've used and abused me like a cheapskate rug,
my dear have you forgotten where your heart is?
stoned @ 3:29 PM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September