Long live all the magic we made,
who knew we would cut it so short
The moment I stopped pretending you were worth
all the air, all my breath, all the tears.
Shot by your bullets,
I learned how cheap your loyalty is.
I stood by you while you spat out promises,
Like gum on the sidewalk-
Used and flavorless.
You are to selfish,
To bitter.
Rotting from the inside out,
Yet you call the mold personality.
You torch every bridge then act shocked by the ashes.
Long live the magic we made, and long live the ruins too.
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Hi, thank you for reading! Critisim is welcomed even though this is an older piece i found, I would still love to hear your thoughts. Please remember to be kind to others, and yourself. Much love, Alyce.
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Alyce Willow
Hello, I am a young journalist and poet. I have dedicated the last few years to honing my writing skills and have found joy in using words to express my thoughts and emotions. Thank you for taking the time to read about my hyperfixations.
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