He played me. My heart died.
Villain
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
Demon Star
He's got a black heart
Misunderstood
I'm a fool for love
Hollowed
He loves me not
Rage
I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage
Curtains
People change but nothing changes
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...
Feckless
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
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
Walk Away
Now that I've slayed the evil, what's next?
“Her”
You should know that I am gone
Bone
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
Bound
A poem about S&M or guitar practice, or unrequited love, whatev...
Evil 101
Evil is as evil does
Cowardice
He loves us, he loves us not
The Trouble With Forever
Commitment issues are his running shoes
Interference
WRONG FREQUENCY
Needle
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
Landslide
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
Aftermath
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...
Ten After Sunset
a narcissist never sleeps
Copperhead
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…
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 © Delia Ross. 2019
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