His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
A poem about dark hearts
Hate because I was never good enough for you 😦
That's the problem with mold, it covers everything in blackness
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've, Would've, Should've R-A-N (A poem)
A poem about how clueless people are to love.
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem about what love isn't