There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could
These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should
It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood
© Delia Ross. 2020
Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye
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Ah, this heart and its trappings. Well-written! 💖
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Unrequited love & narcissism, thank you.
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My favourite combo 😍
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Great poem. I wish you could have included this fantastically tactile imagery somehow: “falling straight into a cactus naked”
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I freestyle a lot of my poetry and commentary, and I’m prone to posting and deleting as well. I’m also clumsy, so falling into a cactus is a very capable scenario. Appreciate the support. 😊
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I’ll try to include it in an upcoming poem. 😊
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I understand…..
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