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 →