You keep haunting me
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
He's got a black heart
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
The longing now just feels like a sickness
He loves me not
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness
After midnight freestyle
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
If only love were blind....
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
Am I getting through?
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
Where do I put the love?
If only I could stop loving you...
eternal blackness, he's gone
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
We haven't learned a thing...
They care not while I rot.
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Love like his should be criminalized...
PICTURE OF A PICTURE by @poeeternal I have a picture of a picture It was clear I wasn't stricter I have a picture of her picture He'd still be here if I were richer It won't be long & he will ditch her She'll have a picture of his picture Bury her head deep into … Continue reading Picture of a Picture