Hell-Forged Poet

Maybe not now,
and maybe not tomorrow,
but the day will come
will you look back
and regret every thing that you did
to let it end,
and it’s gonna make those eyes
I once fell for
and you’ll feel the shame and regret
rise in your throat,
a swelling lump of all the lies you told
to tarnish me
so that you could avoid facing the real problem
that was you.

And I hope you fucking choke.


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