take me to my grave

 i wish i could spit on the grave you left me in

but here i am looking at it

she is so lifeless 

so quiet 

i wish i could have seen how you’d hurt me 

but here i am looking at split lips

she was so perfect 

porcelain almost , now sunken in by your bits

how could you look into my eyes and just lie to me like that

i wish i could have told her about you 

but she would’ve never listened 

experience is the most equipped instructor 

you are him



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