You’re a liar.
I wish to cut your heart open,
Fill it with stale memories,
Curse it with every single beat
That I resist.

You can do the same to me.
Mark a cut, take it out
Crush it under your holy feet
Feed it to the tamed animals.
Bruises. Abuses.

No hues of angel found,
Only cynic morons rest in these bodies;
Bruised and abused
Porous skin of yours matches mine,
Now biting dead memories.

I hope we suffer alike,
I hope you lose your mind;
With every moment my fucking mind
Miss you
I wish you get a blatant scar.

•• Aa’eedah

© Cereus Florus. 2018.


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