Someone once suggested, I write more about love, and happy relationships. My reply was, until I find love, reciprocated, I will continue to write about what I know, and that’s, heartbreak and pain… These words were written at the end of a turbulent relationship. One I had to vacate quickly, for the sake of my sanity. To me, spoiled milk is soiled milk, regardless of how you look at. You can’t put sugar on shit and expect for it to taste sweet. A hard lesson learned, but nothing Listerine couldn’t cure. I hope you enjoy the rant and don’t take it too seriously. dachaoticmind
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When I die
Just slop it up
Mark that stain on your soul
Fuck you heartbreak
What I feel
Only the devil knows
Echoes of dread
Bitch
Get out my head
I killed you already
You’re dead
You can cry it to the gods
Shout it to the clouds
The shovel
Is already in my hands
