Misery
Getting through is over rated
weighed down by your resistance
through thick glasses and barbed wires
left with love that was meant to be shattered
and what am I to do
this ain't how your eyes first met me
look at how you left me
the bond we have is jaded
love is no longer created
but we are outdated
pain I hate it
my memories faded
are not from your lips
these marks that shade my neck
my heart never loved you
I never knew you
poof and your gone
*Entered into "Backwards Poem"
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