Sunday, September 11, 2016

the stigma of first love

in the reflection of a lie. caught in a lie.

the pain of the past is carving my heart.

the fierce blood splattered, soaking me in despair.

while worries and fear are chunked to madness.

which grows to a vicious wrecking ball

dangling in frantic,

and hitting every corner of the head.

throwing me to little bits and pieces.

i'm scattered.

i'm mangled.

my first love is a lie.

don't lie, don't cry, just say bye bye.


lie.
first love.
begin.
stigma.
reflection.
mama.



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