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Cruelty has its own flavor and soul
I'm here rejected it's okay it's not the first time you left me cold and alone
I ache in the loneliness of a goodbye that was never uttered
just a cruel tearing away of part of my soul as you left that day
you were so intricately a part of me
I have phantom limb disease
I still move to accommodate you
I sung to you through the universes
stood up to the bully that was yourself
when all you could do was live off of your self hatred
did you know it burned me too
so now I take the blade and cut out the other half of my heart
it still beats for you
blood pumping sounding like drums, like thunder's last roll,
is my last kiss to you
hate me today, love me in private
your entourage of lovers betray you
loyalty at what cost?
when bitterly there are so very few
shame, is its own keeper,
in the brutal agony
with its own life doing handsomely
claiming your name
what a fool I've been
counterfeit looters trespassed on my love
I only knew your beautiful face
my beloved immortal first born
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