essa boyer' Poems

When I see you I feel it rising
your face starts my pulse to quickin
everything about you I loath
you're weakness sickens me
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if i could cut me open and drain me dry I’d replace the gift you gave me
you sit their high atop a throne of your own imperfections
and still persist to humilate me
you are a coward in already sheepish clothing
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the last thing I saw was your dashing smile

you winked at me making me think everything was ok
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