once your suitcase is too small,
too small to carry your tears.
once the last petal falls,
falls from your ego.
once the cigar burns out,
leaving you with ashes and scars.
once indecision stabs,
longing for bandages of the past.
.
I’ll be here.
.
quenching on your tears,
feasting on your ego,
inhaling your scars,
and
pulling the knife out of you.
I’ll be here.
loving you like a beast.
No. No, I’m not a Psychotic Lover.
Take Care,
From the not so-
/ipurrfectgirl
Too deep for words… ❤
Thank you!
Love it! ❤️
Aw. Glad you did! Thanks.
😢
Aww.
Please do keep on writing, you’re good at it.
Sure, I will. Thanks for those sweet words.
Haha! Last line post the poem. 😀
And, I must say… Beautiful depictions!
Hope you’re doing well!
Hey! Long time.
Thanks a lot. TMI, this was supposed to be a love poem 😂 ended up psychotic.
Yes, long time! Can’t say I have a reputation of being the most dedicated WordPress”er”. 🙂
Haha, well, I loved the imagery though… Profound. Psychotic? Only if you insist on looking at it that way. 😛
Well. I certainly pictured it that way, in my head. 😛
Haha.. Ok… 😅