How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
Burn & Breathe I'd set fire to the air you breathe so you can burn with every inhale and exhale
He was smooth but not understanding He was charming but not loyal He was beautiful but a manipulator I knew this would come to and end I knew I was a fool He was secure but brought my insecurity He was strong inside but not loving He was a first for me but never mine to keep and i always knew it
Chaos of Captivity 