poem: Goth Girl by BOYBASHER, (2025).

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my poem:

In a state of giving up

Disguised as giving in

It’s not letting go

When he slxps you across the face

Kxsses you on the chin and robs your innocence

No need for dreaming

It only leads to stressing

Dead end roads

Cursed hometowns

Missed trains

Chased the red lights

For a dose of adrenaline

Life on autopilot

A self induced state of mind

The body aches

Unconscious memories

One yearns to erase

With every wrapped leaf

Inhale your fraudulent bliss

Each brown bottle

Swallow your bills

You learn to forget

Never to forgive

Healing open wxunds with tape

Masking brxises with paint

Makeup a happy ending

To a nightmare you aided in penning

A hxgh must be induced to be felt

Hold my one night lover by his dirty palms

Caress his withered face

Love him like a distant mother

Drop his boxers

Hook him by the thrxat

Grip his manhxod and whisper…

“You’re Welcome”

A lady with nothing to lose

Lives for the greed of the night