Fucking traitor you are empty promises and COVID kisses should’ve known you weren’t real when I first tasted you (nothing good is ever free)
By Poetry2 years ago in Poets
I told the stars about you us the way you have me in an iron grasp a gilded cage your name tattooed on my chest like a burden
I don’t know how to stop seeking shelter in fire and matches how to stop striking them every time the sun doesn’t shine I was born on a stovetop
