The Sims Read Count : 81

Category : Poems

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The love I gave away dangerously 

Has come right back around in reflections.

ATMs give the obituaries 

For a man who found love in mutilation. 

I gave him love the best way I knew how

Just for him to gamble the self esteem he had left. 

I let him in as much as my mind would allow

And any chance he could, he spoke of death. 

Whoever looks at me in the mirror

Hates me as much as I hate him. 

His demeanor is that of a killer.

Why do I feel like this is a game of The Sims? 

Comments

  • emotional.I like it

    Mar 28, 2020

  • Mar 28, 2020

  • I love your writings. Keep up the good work

    Jun 23, 2020

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