I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage
Regrets are heavy
He hates me, I hate him. The end.
Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
A poem about dark hearts
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*
Ever kissed a serpent?