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𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

he will grip me by my hair,

and drag me outside.

he'll say he's Romeo

and I'm Juliet;

it'll be a lovely suicide.

 

I start to reflect.

all the men I cherish

are no men at all,

rather, they dissect

the hearts of the perished

and answer to no call.

 

Sawyer used to tell me

I'm worth more then twenty dollars,

which I've thought about 

for twenty years

and will for twenty more.

  • Author: 𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 3rd, 2025 23:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: compiled some lines from poems in my notebook. most of my thoughts are the same, and my poetry is repetitive, but at least I'm good at something haha. Happy 4th of July!!!
  • Category: Gothic
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