After midnight freestyle
Letting this love sink with the lies
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
I don't understand any of it
Love never dies...
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
"Sometimes a cigar is a cigar" and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Words are forever and so is love
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
All a man has is his word but he doesn't even have that...
If only love were blind....
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...
Obsession yo, on all fronts
Tools the narcissist will use
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle
Titles are deceiving
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
Our life is an epic poem...
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*
All I want to say is narcissists don't care about you...
Don't believe a word they say....
I am not for sale
It's cold without his love
There's nothing left to feed on
Mostly moping, barely coping
Am I getting through?
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
*SIGH* still love him
I'm not the reason he is bad, I'm not the reason you have no self-worth.
His madness has driven me mad
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
TARA = INSENSITIVE CUNT
I hope my love can reach him where he is in darkness, so he may find the right light
Now that I've slayed the evil, what's next?
Keith Whitley, Lil Peep, Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Heath Ledger to name a few... FUCK YOU BIG PHARM
Song recommendation by Lil Peep RIP
Stay in the light...
You should know that I am gone
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
Don't just hit like, read!
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 very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
The devil is obsessed with me but the feeling isn't mutual. Unrequited love. It all makes sense now. (Freestyle midday demon slay)
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
Something like that babe...
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
He captured me
Let it go...
I am you and what I see is me
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
I told you I'm nobody
Alexander warms my existence
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
Who will save the sane?
Here a dick, there a dick, everywhere a dick dick
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
He's just like all the rest... wicked
He may have a 4.0 GPA but he's stupid and a monster
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
ABOUT ME WITH PHOTOS
I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
I don't have anything because I don't have you
I'll take your sin lust and raise you envy
He keeps chasing his tail, he has no self-worth
I live and breathe Poe foreverrrrrrr (love you to death)
Eek! Some mask should stay on....
One more thing...
Questions and Answers
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Marooned on love island
Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)
A poem about S&M or guitar practice, or unrequited love, whatev...
Finish what you started...
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Too many fucking choices
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's a micropoem!
He'll have it all, just not me...
Unrequited love number 19,000