I couldn't take a bow even if I was able
The curtains are still up, but I hear them clapping
I stopped regarding you as an angel
But this deafening sound, it comes from wings' flapping
Why do your eyes plea that it's me you need
Everytime I let my cheeks fatten
With anger, with greed
I go from hating you
To a vicious feed
On reckless love, a spree of rebound pawns
Maybe if you rearranged your words we'd
Be making love on the greener side of the lawn
But I'm stuck with a broken heart
And you a clenched jaw
Tell me, wouldn't you rather have it drop in awe?
Of a love so pure and so raw
I purr otherwise to my empty paws, that I now have to keep to myself
I tell them nomore can I claw
At your back in pleasure
Rather in hatred, under pressure
Of your inability to treasure
Every ounce of my being and existence
You told me not to cry. My cheeks are fat. Not water resistant
Potato's note : bad boys are not impressive.
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Poems of Ex lovers
PoetryPoems of past lovers and past relationships I've written under the influence of broken love.
