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note(s)- this is in a way dedicated to @thefountainn, I was unsure how to answer your heartfelt message earlier but do know I appreciate you so very much and I love you. you encouraged me to finish this poem that had been in the docs for months...so here she is. secondly, nothing in the poem is capitalized because the theme of this poem is the opposite of perfection. and last but not least, this is based off the song, said and done by sace6.
warnings: mentions of blood, self loathing, religion (angels, heaven, hell), ghosts, afterlife, blood. if I missed anything, please let me know.
twisting your phrases with venom
do you know why the flowers never bloom
In this garden built of your lies?
or perhaps, how we build our relationship on lies? tell each other we're done,
but we come crawling back to each other, similar to ghosts in their afterlives
but that's just another example of the lies we tell
let me drown in my own blood
i will never stop pleading for an escape from this merciless hell called humanity
they told me it was the music you can't hear
my self despise sending angels falling from the heavens daily
but I already know, that's just another promise to be broken.
divider: @thecutestgrotto
images found on: Pinterest
poetry tags: @hannahvanvelzor