The Moon struggles to detach
Rhyming poetry + prose + photos (contains soft nudity/not age restricted)
I need answers
His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
Hats off to you... (a rhyme)!
He loves all the world but one
You’ll never see me make it right
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
He played me. My heart died.
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
He's got a black heart
I'm a fool for love
He loves me not
I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage
People change but nothing changes
What if I told you her methods are emotional blackmail.
Regrets are heavy
"Sometimes a cigar is a cigar" and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101
Tools the narcissist will use
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
All I want to say is narcissists don't care about you...
Don't believe a word they say....
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
Now that I've slayed the evil, what's next?
You should know that I am gone
I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0
A poem about S&M or guitar practice, or unrequited love, whatev...
Evil is as evil does
He loves us, he loves us not
Commitment issues are his running shoes
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
A micropoem about regret and anger
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)
Love like his should be criminalized...
a narcissist never sleeps
A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
Ever kissed a serpent?
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
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019