SOME KIND OF HURT

 

tears laced with shame and betrayal 

exact liquid dripping from my eyes 

another pain burdened on my subtle soul 

a torture on my weak heart 

just across the building I caught it 

a faint glimpse of you in dirt 

I thought it was oil on canvas

but reality has a far more cry than imagination 

windows blare open for scenes 

while you swim in sweet sins 

a picture to batter my soul 

a swift pose to shatter my heart 

as my body ran cold and I shiver 

I knew this is the height of it all 

no remorse for my bleeding heart

a fool I am, and might forever be 

I recall I was the weaker one for us 

occurrences of your acts are beyond count 

I am the simp notwithstanding 

a fool I am, a waste of masculinity 

@talk2leigh

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3:51pm

6 Sept 2024