Call To Sorrow

I haven't wrote a poem for my piece-of-shit ex in awhile, and he recently had a birthday, so just in case he thought I'd stopped preying (yes preying) for his death, I HAVEN'T. I'm like that vampire slayer in John Carpenters film, "DIE DIE DIE" *stabs you where your heart should be*

Could Have, Would Have, Should Have

Could've, Would've, Should've R-A-N (A poem)

Love Story

A poem about how clueless people are to love.

Heart Failure

A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.

Love Is

A poem about what love isn't

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