Emotional Blackmail

What if I told you her methods are emotional blackmail.

River of Blood

Regrets are heavy

Black Tongue

"Sometimes a cigar is a cigar" and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101

Narcissism warning

Tools the narcissist will use

Red Flags

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...

Narcissism 2.0

Don't believe a word they say....

Tools and Twats


Walk Away

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...


He loves us, he loves us not

The Trouble With Forever

Commitment issues are his running shoes




Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn


His heart is cold and dilapidated πŸ–•


A micropoem about regret and anger

Sun and Moon

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.

Sad Empty Pathetic Lives

a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)

Love Is Always On

Love like his should be criminalized...


A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.

The Best Things In Life Aren’t Free

A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.

The Serpent

Ever kissed a serpent?

Picture of a Picture

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

Call To Battle

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 Β© Delia Ross. 2019