writhing in pain,
hands damp with crimson
scrambling through rubble
of a thousand shards
from the hearts he broke,
looking for love
that was once there
steer clear of the man
atop the mountain of maybes;
you have not
what he needs
but he'll rob you nonetheless
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of an Angry Man
Poetrycollection of short poetry from the notes app of a man who gave love a chance and paid the price. I take no responsibility for my bitterness and instead blame my coffee and the fickleness of life. if you've read my previous work ("how they loved")...
