I destroy every single thing I touch. 

I should've stopped myself when you told me you wanted me.

You are now tangled in a web I've created for myself. 

There's blood staining the place my heart should be.

I think I've murdered the hope in the room.

Your music is sad now.

My poetry is dull now.

I can no longer sit still during speeches.

You cannot focus in class.

I've invaded your mind and now you're really fucked.

I'm sorry it came to this.

I told you I'd ruin you.


This poem is about: 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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