Tears carve through my sorrow like ice
Cold was his method but precise
Wrong was my soul to sacrifice
Forgiveness an unreachable asking price
Deep is the evil lurking in his core
I’d rather go blind than read anymore
I’d rather go deaf than hear from his whore
I’d rather just die than walk through his door
He got the devil collecting every lie he creates
He got the girls falling for every bait
He got the truth covered by multiple gates
A predator for the young he lures and awaits
I fucking see through all of your masks
A predator, a monster, a narcissist, a liar wherever you bask
Years of denial if anyone were to ever ask
When it comes to being special you fail the task
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
My dearest Delia, so much pain here. Yet you write so beautiful.
Love and hugs to you.
Gabriela
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Hurting pretty bad to be honest, I always feel guilty for hitting below the belt but FUCK HIM AND THE DEMON HE RODE IN ON.
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I’m sorry, I meant to say thank you. I bleed in the real world, not just in rhyme.
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I can see you are hurting sweetheart. I’ve been reading your poetry for a while. I know pain. I know it is hard. I’m sending you an ocean of flowers and love. Sometimes, hopefully, the pain will go away.
xoxo
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your poems come from your soul. I know that.
xoxo
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I’m grateful for the flowers and the love and for you sticking around despite my highs and lows. And despite the nasty poems I love him.
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❤️❤️❤️
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💕🌸❤️💕
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