Obliterate

Some nights
all I can do
is lay here
trying to
obliterate
the taste of
you and
your memories
from my mind.

March 9, 2020 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, Memories, Poetry, You 4 Comments

4 thoughts on “Obliterate”

So crazily relatable….it makes me cry & scream out so loud….

It’s good to recall, as these are lessons, It should preclude you from repeating it, if it’s trying to obliterate, not worth it, move on ✨✍️

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4 thoughts on “Obliterate”