by LykeButta

Traces of my tears


yet on my heart lay still

I guess systematic

Of your emotional bankruptcy

I am now

bankrupt myself.

Giving all within me 

until nothing is left 

to invest.

The pain in my chest 

should be 



a sick sinkable


But Im too stripped to care;

A part of me is dying

As I remember

once flying

in the rapture

that was our love.

Now tapped out

I gracefully bow out

from a love

stripped bare.

Bankrupt by LykeButta

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